Cheddar fire and

wood smoke lull the senses into luxury.

Barbecued hours are sweet and tangy.

Laying here your silence is meaty,

your want moist.

The house is but a beautiful carcass

you bought from a taxidermist,

covered in cherry blood and the sweat of chocolate.

Everything is warm –

the flavors, the evening,

you when you ask the question

I am designed not to hear.

The grill is breaking his fast.

Do you really need your shirt?

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