Stoke the Fire

Demon smoke pours from a fire
Feathers through a room
Wild contortions, sprouting beanstalks
Fruit born on the loom
Brooms start dancing Latin tangos
Dragging spoons along
To play the man 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 char our teeth
Run round bald and sooted
Our clothes to ashes will be turned
Our bodies nude and barefooted
The air is thick with shirttails past
Gray clouds rising from skin
Encircling bums and breasts and elbows
Sizzling a serpentine grin

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 cry in joy and laugh in pain
A chimney to ascend
All tears are dried in heaps of carbon
Dissolving all bookends