my soul sings
to him
in warm colors
and tingle sounds
my soul sings
to him
in warm colors
and tingle sounds
sun’s heat
my body
drinks you in
gold
conversing hearts
adopted from ashes
warming
by the light
of another’s flame
honey raw honesty
bent colors
spooning lovers
my skin cells pressed warm
smoke blanket
holding
peppered stars,
love warmed
fire wisdom
between my palms
Naked globe
steps wet
air cold skin
warmed from the inside
Flame rolls over me
from shoulder
to hip
I fold
concave against the cold past
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