bonfire

we spin on turntables
gift-wrapped bubbles
plotting high treason
one query hangs on
a hook near my thigh
“how do you want to feel?”
you produce three words
two supple, one sharp
relaxed. caregiven. surrender.
we better not have another
handle’s cold to the touch
i hold your hand for warmth
fetching a towel and water
unfamiliar closet and faucet
you aren’t used to this, are you?
inside these walls, a forest
i lead you down the worn path
to a fire blazing at the center
it’s just us dancing there —
adjust angles, rhyme rhythms
dig holes with feet and fingers
you haven’t visited in years
moonlight in an empty room
i’ve never been, but will again
draw maps into memory
twist silver, pink, and blue
the way back is circular