Julie Sampson

chill


These
lone words
of
chilled
desire
are
on
a
parchment
scroll
unravel
them
one
future
day
when
your
skin
is
dry
your
secret
past
unfolds
before
your
tired
limbs
to
thrust
and
surge
again
back
to
the
thrill
of
the
crackling
fire