tremor

Sat around a fire with strangers. One said I looked scared. Woodsmoke, unanswered questions. Dark chill, warm port. Dogs that bark and bark their outraged question. Night that tugs. The man that shares my home puts on a hood. See ya. I didn't mean to tell you anything. I love you for answering my call. Pouring something that smells like fresh apples. Stink of lonely woman. Something desperate in her hands.