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Fireplace
Sitting by the fireplace.
And watching all the ways we burn
On through the night.
Like two stars shining
In the same sky
We feel each other's heat
And breathe a humid sigh
Unto a shared piece of space.
At times it feels like
Your celestial frame
Is but a fleeting cover
For your yearning veins.
And how I wish to be the breeze
That blows across your windswept eyes
After it rains
To keep you dry...
And make you see with ease
The loveliness within
Our presence...
Sitting by the fireplace
And how you've taught me
Ways to keeping warm.
And how my coldest soul-wood
Now adorns
A raging blaze
Of roses, thorns, and poison ivy.
Yet...
You stand behind me
And take in my rash
If it means
Saving our future
And creating lovely
Pasts...
But sitting by the fireplace
Here in the present.
Leaves a smoky scent
So pleasant
That we cannot think ahead
To what will come.
But instead
Savor the current beat
Of sibling hearts.
And let the drum
Just bob our heads along...
And we will cry tonight.
And wash away the red
Inside our eyes
Through holding hands -
Uniting bodies, thoughts
At fated meeting place.
And we will wash away all that is blue
Into a stream
That soon evaporates
At all the warmth we share
Sitting by the fireplace...
