there's a quiet sense of knowing
in this fire, slow-burning as we
reach a state indistinguishable from
its freedom
my open heart, sure-footed as a rabbit on
pine needles in the summer, dreams
you here with me, two melting as
candle smiles climb our faces and
birds shriek their approval like
so many arbiters of the forest
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
there's a quiet sense of knowing
in this fire, slow-burning as we
reach a state indistinguishable from
its freedom
my open heart, sure-footed as a rabbit on
pine needles in the summer, dreams
you here with me, two melting as
candle smiles climb our faces and
birds shriek their approval like
so many arbiters of the forest
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