Among the fires, distance
once insurmountable wishing
memory into loving proximity

(1)

a soft fall, a cool glance and
stars from the sky taking
root in our hearts,
fanning out warmth

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two hands of the clock
blinking past like sweet lash
and streaming like veins in
the arms of a forest

(1)

you say it feels off, floating
down from our heights and
it burns like a last but it can't
be, not yet, with years
more to find

(=)

I politely refuse to
give way, the
key to my heart resting
firmly in your pocket

(2)

and a smile from you
kindly seared into me