i don't burn as bright as i used to
she tells me
there is a moment,
our hands touch,
she feels like a summer night.
i think to myself
just because you burn bright
doesn't mean you burn warm
and so i ask her
what makes a fire deadly?
what makes it home?
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your heart and the sea
Poesialike magnets, opposites attract: your heart and the sea (but who really defines the word opposite? blood and water, you and me?) | a collection of poetry
