The
Moon
On a fire lit
Night.
These
Are the
Memories
Of you.
The Smell
Of
Dust,
Creasote,
The past,
&
Your
Future.
This
Is the way
I hold
You
Still.
Floods
Around my
Feet,
Rain in rivers
Flow
Between my
Toes.
The way
I seek
Your
Scent left
On my
Skin.
Gentle breeze
Describes
The chaos
To come.
The only way
To feel
How
You move
With
Me.
Lighting
In the
Sky
Above me,
Brightens
A world
Left
In
Tatters.
Soon
To start
The
Fires,
I
Can only
Feel
When I'm with
You.
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