Winter Urges

Your body seems silent.
Quiet for the long dark.
In truth,
Your heart beats harder.
Pushing the sap like
Crimson blood to the furthest
extremities.
Your insides burn just
To bring a slight warmth to
Your fingertips.

The inner heat becomes
Something else.
The embers and white hot
Soul coals
Burn,
Yearn.

They are a hearth.
Deep and warm,
Welcoming.
Calling out.
Insistently reaching into the
Winter winds for someone
To come and sit by its fire.

Your body aches and tenses.
Hands itching for
Another.
Your fire crying out to be
Stoked.
The flaming logs wanting
To be turned, loved,
Given attention.

It years for flesh.
To warm.
To consume.
Protect.
Ignite.
Transform.
Draw in,
Make a place for it.
Give it a home.

You are dizzy with the power
Of your winter urges.
You smolder from within
Watching the snow.
Waiting under the bright
Winter stars.