Jeremiah 40 (another 6 minute free writing exercise)

In the time you gathered your grain,

I drank your kisses like wine.

Drunkenly, we heaved between the sheaves;

I braided husks through your hair,

the color of flames, of ashes:

They say the temple lies in cinders,

but I would build an altar
and sacrifice our burnt love

before the God who neither sleeps nor slumbers;

love may hibernate for a thousand years

before being awakend by my kisses,
by the little tips of your ears, the freckle on your arm,

I swear to neither sleep nor slumber

until I have rekindled the flames,

burnt our bodies on the altar of your bed,
and harvested the grain of your body.