in the cold,
with my back to the bricks
and you around me,
we created sparks.
when we lay
on a bed of fallen leaves,
with the moonlight
falling on our bodies,
we created flames
and fueled it
with our breath.
when we pulled away
and the flames
became embers,
we grew colder again,
and lay breathing in
the moonlight.
so we created sparks,
and breathed them
into flames
to warm each other.
in the cold,
breathing you in
and feeling you against me
under the moon and stars,
i'd stay there forever,
and watch flames burn.
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
