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Closer now

Than once before,

Your forest-fire passion

Cascading –

A holy robe

Orange kissed

By sunset’s hidden lips;

A furtive lover

Awakening a fire

Stone-masked by Time’s

Cruel distance,

Now freed

But held still in the palm

Of a Stockholm Syndrome orbit,

Yet night’s sleep-cloak

Cannot dispel

The truth of tan’s glow

Which burns through me

Like wisdom,

And though your reddened heart is gone

The fire sparked within

Will never fade.

 

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