By The Fire
Can we sit by the fire

— burning mysteries

Holding

— Winter winds at bay?

Can we touch

— making something —

(Memories might hold…

— treasure we deposit —

To view

— as last breaths pass)

A currency of worth

— proving —

Cold was not the victor

— in a contest —

Of middles

— and extremes

Where frigid hands

— find warm hands

As fingers linger

— inquiring —

…Investigating…

— what tingles might come?

Then…to pass the night

— in lover’s bliss —

Together — without recollection

— of ice or wind or storm

Only

— the flood of happiness

The breaking down

— of walls with little use

As sharing

— became caring

And Making

— occupies our dreams.
['Richard Palmquist', 'Dvm Gdvchm Cchvm']
['Passion', 'Winter', 'Poetry', 'Love', 'Heat']