Embers

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I remember-

unspoken conversations

Under chastening moons

Your hand clasped in mine

And knowing looks

Around crackling bonfires

I reminisce-

Blinding smiles

Your graceful gait,

Your eyes like glowing coals of passion

Like a thousand angels,

Surging towards me with the wind

And warm breaths

between bumping noses

As sighs and shivers of slender fingers

Traverse my tout skin

Drawing me to familiar grounds

As you and I become one

Bursting the dying embers

Into a fiery inferno

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