Press your lips against mine
one touch to ignite a wildfire.
Fueled by the sparks of poetry,
our bodies will form the kindling:
“we” as interlaced/intertwined
flames
“us” as embers adrift on the wind
our love: smoke billowing over the
horizon
an echo of a scorching radiance –
the glow of a star burning into
existence.
-Zero
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