Your lips—they taste of
broken dreams and broken constellations,
of fiery passion and flaming desire.
As the ashes settle and the embers—
in all their sunburst-coloured glory—
scatter unevenly, I wish to find firewood;
to add fuel to your dying fire,
to bring you back to life.
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Path to the Moon ✓
PoesíaWe are all simply doing everything we can to find our charted path to the moon. © Copyright 2016 by Lily White. All rights reserved.
