POETRY|MARRIAGE

Warm coals

On Marriage

Photo by Ngan Nguyen on Unsplash

As I warm my hands on the softly glowing coals
of us
I miss the danger of being burned
Spurned
perhaps even yearned

for

And so I hold my hands closer
wishing perhaps for my skin to crackle, bubble, and split
for in those spaces
the smoke would enter and deposit
microscopic you
in my blood
an infusion of a years ago us
before responsibilities
before cold halves of the bed
and before kisses
that simply felt
obligatory