Toasting marshmallows

The way the firelight plays  
on your skin entrances me
so much that I forgot to laugh  
at the last dirty joke
you whispered in my ear
 
You’ve never been more beautiful.
 
My breath catches
and my fucking marshmallow
falls in the damn dirt,
eliciting what you later
decree as the some of the best  
swearing you’ve ever heard
 
And you laugh because I’m  
super pissed that golden masterpiece
with the perfectly squishy inside was  
now ant food
 
So you lean in,
and watch my face  
as you feed me yours  
 
My eyes close as
your thumb finds its  
way inside my mouth  
And like that…
 
Just like that...  
my sticky hands reach for you
crush your face to mine  
and push your shirt up
to feel your chest warm my skin
 
I need you.  
I need you now.
 
All of the yesterdays of need  
compound to this great space  
that only feels full  
when you’re in me
 
I can hear the fire pop  
as my back presses into the  
into the dirt,
next to our pyre
and our hands twist the
grass like silk sheets
 
If I could speak in firelight
my love,
your name would
be a shadow
moving slowly,
stoking coals
against my soft flesh.
 
And you’ve  
never been
more beautiful.