there’s nothing to say except I love him [poetry]

spry smile

embers alive in

snapping eyes

honey sweet

sweet as lips

untouched for too long

vacant nights

spent chasing distant stars

unable to soothe

bones seeking

familiar arms

warm as

summer breath

and tender as autumn rain

a tempest of

smoky wildfire flame

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