—

my hands hold the remains of you
and all the charcoal wishes
you insisted on making-
just a thought;
are you please?
turning and taking
what cannot be tamed
does not make the beast
less feral.

yet, you struck a match,
and now you hold it
as close
to your skin
as possible
and dare to get chills.

my darling;

sometimes,
twin flames
can resemble
an anbrosial candle
but sometimes
they resemble
a raging wildfire.

—


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