a(n)other

i am nothing
but tinder for
the inferno
raging across
her immaculate
heartembers
ashen reminders
of the purifying
power of love
nourishing the
soil of these
seed sown fields
where the words
tangle the roots
blooming odes
to finding home
after so long
lost in the woods
the southern crux
burning brightly
in her smile
leading me to
her heart’s embrace
where i know
i have always
yearned to settle
consumed wholly
becoming something
more than dream
could ever hope
to illuminate

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