she couldn't control the way his boundaries crawled
or the way her fingers curled.
nor could she justify what happened that night.

all she knew was that when the tide was high and his grin was wide,
her emotions took over.
and when dusk met the consuming horizon,

fire swirled with ice, and everything began to s t e a m.

(careful now darling, wouldn't want to choke on your own stupidity)

but morning come, there wont even be a simmering fire to stoke
and the only thing she'll be forgetting is herself.