mon smoke pours from a fire,
Wild contortions sprouting beanstalks,
Latin tangos, dragging spoons along
to dip the lady into the fire's arms
Let's stoke the fire with our fingers,
hands glowing hot, burning red
Let's throw another limb upon it and
lay ourselves down to bed
We scorch our hair and chore our teeth,
run round bald and sooted
Our clothes to ashes will be turned,
our bodies nude and barefooted
The air is thick with shirt tails past
grey clouds rising from skin
Encircling bums and breasts and elbows,
sizzling a seven -time grin
Let's stoke the fire with our fingers,
hands glowing hot, burning red
Let's throw another limb upon it and lay
We cry in joy and laugh in pain,
All tears are dried in heaps of carbon,