Born Fire

A magical love poem

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It’s my heart
not the woods
you set up camp
light a born fire
throw in some
fairy dust
sprinkle some
beginner’s luck
bubble a cauldron
of emotions
slide by
a few commotions
Eyes ablaze
greenish-yellow
a thousand glowing
fireflies
about to let loose
enchanting magic
chanting incantations
I let it consume me
intoxicate me
sipping poison
from the ocean
of your eyes
running its due course
I smile at death
peeking through
the windows
of your soul

© Dazzling Shene 2021

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