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Kissed my lips, transferred life to my chest after the sea tried to take me.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
Held my hand out the car window, closed my eyes, and begged for a feeling.
They called it barren, but a windswept place cannot be bare-the wind lives.
Pulses in the air, tendrils curl around my ear, tell me “he’s awake.”
Hold tight to your glow, for ‘tis a precious thing, not too much, just enough.
If the sun is fire, the moon must be ice, and I always hated heat.
Painted my face with what was left after the flames dwindled, a tribute.
Cupped my hands, showed you the firebird I held. You blew it out, to ash.
In the candlelight, your vow, a lie; voice flickered in cruel reflection.
What is flame, without air to feed her, or water to soothe her rages? // What is air, without Earth to travel, or water
You were the first kiss of a candle before the heat began to burn. // You were the prelude to the deluge, kisses of fragmented rivers.
Autumn, burn the world in a flash of your blazing glory, ‘fore your death.
