Ode to The Estranged Ex '05

These days 
All nights are cold

The duvet is warm
But does little 
To prevent

My fingers 
From turning blue

I begin again
To long for you

Naked, and delicious
Warming me

Once More

With the heat 
Of your body
As you in turn
Warm yourself
Over the bonfire

Wrapped around

A barbeque skewer.