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I write about you as if the ink would burn through the paper, as if you’d walk through the smoke, engulfed not in flames, but in your own divine beauty. I sit here with ink-covered fingers, fire alarms going off in my head from the fire you lit in my soul. I sit and watch as you come alive through my words, paper cuts stinging from flipping through every page I’ve ever written of you...

you swept me with your first words, I drifted to the hum of your voice; as if I was a water lily and you were the soft honed waves caressing against me as if I was the shore yielding to the sea

your voice floods me like dopamine, slow to fade, oh my dear, why must such distance lie between us? longing for you must be a crime, but I confess I commit it, for my eyes glance for you in every room I enter and my heart beats out of rhythm when I am without you.

your eyes sit in orbit, and i feel myself drifting into them, i circle you gently like the tides learning the curve of the moon, i caress you like gravity that needs no force, like the night sky carving space for the stars

I grew toward you the way tulips chase a window blind, certain, bending my whole stem, not knowing if the light beyond the glass is yours, or just the morning passing through on its way to someone else