Found in Fog

saw sticky smoke slither in
as heaven took back
its blue,

i watched on whilst those wretched plumes
floated you thru the swingin’ door
lowered from sky’s roof,

over tent collapsed in our
starry camp-out
room
,

where next? bliss or maybe bed,
at least somewhere freshly
dressed?

oh, to be somewhere new,
stripped and pinned
under you,

your foggy head
safe at rest, atop my
rising chest
,

we’re a fever
rising too.

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