Is what is between you
and me
the sweet particles above
two cups of coffee
and two cups of tea

Things have always run away,
and left me lost
in the fog I create

but simmer is the warmth
between our lips
which cools and returns,
past midnight and morning
a steady fog
not disorienting,
come to settle me
between two sheets

There are fires that rage
and turn to ash
snowing decay

But simmer,
between you and me
two foxes warm in winter
little noses,
two black dots
laughing in a fog
like clouds of smoke,
its tails swirling above such a thing
we are so glad to call each other:


via Daily Prompt: Simmer


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