[ 11 - Campfire ]

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twinkling stars
wisps of smoke
cracking fire

we were together finally,
our hands clasped
gazing into each other's eyes

late into the night
we clawed at each other like beasts
hard and raw

though the world,
harsh and cruel,
we were in love with each other

in that single moment,
our love was all that mattered

short poetry || riley blackWhere stories live. Discover now