Lover, I can hear the crackling sound

Lover, I can hear the crackling sound
of kindling in the fireplace. I smell your
cocoa in the mug, the way the brown scarves
cascade across your body. Let me see

the fog come out your mouth the way the night
brings moisture to the morning. Lover, I
can see beyond your eyes, you're like the Sun
and in your white there is each different color

painting surfaces. Lover, the floor-boards
of the cabin creak and I see the lines of
growth in the brown wood. Outside the cold

is blowing in the trees, the birds are wandering
the early autumn sky. Lover, I need you
within me like the warm blood in my veins.