December 2, 2011

the fire you speak of
is only lit by love
in the mirror,
don't consume,you say
any fool's gold
that we weave
in order to cover holes
that make love seem nearer,
but with how sweet
the burn of you feels,
we can run naked in Winter,
into each world you
peel for us
undone with desire...

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