this love is delighted by our own embers
remember we are
honest as a child soothed in arms of mother
hunger before a plate of food
a perceptive poet laureate
wrapped in warm cotton washed a thousand times
bedding down with suede
massaging willow fur
a bird calling to the horizon
whistling meaning
taking measure as
the song of crickets courting the night
so woven into the darkness that we are the sound of twilight
remember that this love is ancient
like a lost nation rediscovered
always holding curiosities
a sanctuary withstanding
this home of our heart
is holding the fire with flickering flames
we are fueled by the enchantment
which transforms all substance
to ash glowing
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