Relapse

I did not miss you all winter.
Felt no pangs.
Did not die
of desire.

I had recompense.
To warm me,
To satiate.

But summer did me in.

A dull memory
Turned to dark desire.
Turned the balance.

The sun
Heating the air,
Crisping my skin,
Burnt shadows in my eyes.

Each pinprick of heat
A reminder of you.

Till, bending to your beckoning,
Succumbing,
I held you,
Slender, virginal white,
Between parched lips
And touched you to a flame.

Re-igniting
An old, precious love.
In two pulls
Of raw, ravishing smoke.