Satisfactory Fire Ring

At the edge of a conversation 
About movies, flights, and places 
My eyes jump over the tongues 
Reflecting the inner heat 
As emotions simmer 

We together say less 
And feel more 
Than solitude could conjure 
Of that, I am firmly aware, 
Even as my passive voice 
Chooses the untraveled path 

I consider myself alive 
Burning out my fuel 
Preparing for the nearly full night 
A moon glass of chills 
To quench the thirsts
I have yet to know