Places for Sex #3

Do you remember,
lifting my ass upon the countertop 
and what you did to me there?
Making fires.....
shame on you, fireman.

Do you remember,
the heat and the cold
the couch and the floor
the dreams
the promises
the trajedies
the sorrows
we discussed - there;
before and after,
our bodies entwined?

In that defunct firehouse
there were fires lit -
when you wore your rubbers;
and we were new to the scene.
Finding passion -
and so much more
in the ashes of our lives.