in winter, we'll cuddle
on a plush bed with thick pillows.
we'll be comfortable;
a nest of mad kisses
lying in each fold.
you'll close your eyes, so as not
to see our flaming shadows
wildly gesticulating;
those meddling dancers, a troupe
of black demons and coyotes.
then you'll feel your cheek scratched-
a tiny kiss, like a spider, will run around your neck-
bowing your head, you'll whisper,
"find it!" and i'll take a long time
pursuing that elusive creature
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