The pressure you build there,
aortic tenacity, testament to
the world housed there.
Halogen moments, when we had
a home in each other, an
abode to the assurances I held
and the way the fire ignited in
you
My frostbitten warmth,
spider-web facets along
the twilight in your bediamonded
flame
this blood was always ours,
singular crimson abodes.
When I was together, there,
when your finger brushed mine,
it was then I was a child...
















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