On a Freezing Night

Your lips are hot your kisses are burning. Kiss, kiss, joined to each other: a stream of lava: flowing: over my hand over my shoulder over the cold mouth of my spring: piercing to my heart. I throb with my heart I rise quickly light-winged as a flame: a mouth - from head to toe - I swallow your kisses. Joyful whispers, joyful, joyful, have conquered my cold silence. Come! See: the magic dance of red and yellow and blue - before the ashes - in my firewood ...