By kevin urenda
Date: 2 November 2000
cold place
November is a cold place
without you
to stir the embers of
a desire on the wane
a chill of the heart
that only your warming lips
could begin to solve
heat, a puzzle of you
to be stoked with the coal of my soul
fed with kindling of me
I only hope I have the
fuel to keep you going
all winter
11/1/00
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