Enough
Sometimes it is enough to watch the flames lick the dark of the night
away, your companion's thigh resting comfortably against your own.
Sometimes it is enough to fall asleep with the back of your eyelids
tainted red with the dying flames and with his breath breezing gently
over the back of your hand.
Sometimes it is enough to wake up during the night and realize he
must have rolled up against you in his sleep.
The End
by Sasjah Miller
ometimes it is enough to sit by a fire, the smell of roasting meat
letting you know you won't be hungry much longer.
