under the sheets

in here I will grow. deep

beneath the creases of
our fingers entwined. locked
between the sounds of whispers
and hushed breathing, of overlapping
syllables of momentary bonfires.

in the middle of our 
moaning and laughter,
you may not know but I
am searching

looking for more wood to burn.

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