slow burn
i choose this, always
the fingers whisking below the surface
to brush the infinite well of you
of me;
the ember forgotten
        underestimated
until it’s too late

-rjm
slow burn
i choose this, always
the fingers whisking below the surface
to brush the infinite well of you
of me;
the ember forgotten
underestimated
until it’s too late

-rjm
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