Here it is, a silent circle branded into earth, a pool of soft grey sodden ash amid the rosebay and the ragged robin, a remnant of the time when we had fire to burn the past, yours and mine: shoeboxes of letters, cards, and photographs, that catalogued our several lives before we met.
Here we came; our pact to purge these pasts heal scars, seal wounds and here that late May evening, with the summer solstice still to come, we sat under the stars.
And now years on, with child in tow, I find the place again.
We search with sticks for snails and jewels and sprites among the moss while you unpack the groceries and empty out the drier.
Sometimes the ice burns, a fish moves in your eyes. The ubiquity was at lowest level, nothing was visible in sun. Mission crawl in the crotch does not find any fever. The golden cave has caved in. Moon will find
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
A classic combination, a fairytale foretold Dragons save princesses from knights in shining armor Their lungs behold a blazing anger, protecting your gold Convincing eyes always fool me a defining charmer Fire rages Let it breathe, listen to the crackling
The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The
flirting with fire blowin it up in the most earnest desire her perfume was led to basement blues remove those shoes bask in the news then you will se a falsified game of reality in society we got hidden games