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Incognito
A casual greeting, whose match lit
this place on fire
Words become embers- caught up in
this slow burn of yearning
I watch for your eye in the flame, but
I dare not touch it yet
Because dreams can decieve, and the brain
can become an illusionist
The Goddesses have gathered around, they've opened
their apiritual palms, and I felt your name resound in
the air above
I felt it exit out my mouth and into the oxygen
Secretly, my skin has been tasting the inevitable creep of
a lingering
like the way your smile rests in the back of my eyelids
There is a hushed possibility that the wind
could carry this away, or,
it could carry me right through you, in two days
