warmth 
like a dipped oak 
an aegis of honey-words 
folded in layers 
carefully made gifts
(tho hastily wrapped)
best taken while still soft
still hot
like candied ginger pressed
 between lips parted in awe
in rapture 

the steam of kitchens and
the drawing of breath
tumbling bedshapes 
unmistakable 
and knowable 

warmth
like a waxen wood countertop 
dangling incandescence
in...

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Fistfuls of teething,
 hot and wet like sand, 
a mocking curse, screeching 
and grinding over one another, 
flooding through windows and baseboards, 
cascading over chandeliers and 
down hallways, clashing and clattering
chattering like the frosty duels of rutting
 November bucks
filling me up, burning hot
like a drill from dentists' days

skewered and chewed
caught and crushed
a mor...

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