Textures and Tassles

That knitted scarf
- the length of legs,
the only accessory
covering the contours

the ends meet
in my hand

I could quickly
pull the obstruction
(which I will)

but for now
a little more time,

to ensure the chill
is defeated
by the added logs
and crackle

Bodies close
to the source,
the orange glow
altering
the shine of skin

I pull one end forward
and the other back

- I can't see the nipples,
but I'm certain you feel
the texture pass them

I lightly run
the tassles
to meet
the exposed seam

slow across
that trimmed divide,

catching a slight flutter
in the eyelids

while you search
to predict
what I might do next,

but to speak
would only detract
from staying
present to sensation.