Arachnid fingertips are delicate

sore for the glow of another's skin

in the dark.


Ribcage swollen, full with

September's yellowed paper butterflies


Still, inhale December deep

swallow embers to keep warm

exhale willow bark smoke.


Romance wears the masks of summer

I only try them on for size-

another woodsplit on the fire.


Lips sigh and peel apart

undressed by gnawing teeth of time

together we gnash recklessly

severing the wires of our design.