Burn with me

We burned blue flames 

in the grey cold of 

a forgotten day

We danced a tempo

defined by the tempest

of lust and love, 

a delicate lace of lies

We kissed good-bye

under a bough of mistletoe

prickly with myths

and unforgiven hope

Then came our parted ways

with our soulful eyes

chasing each other, 

lovers that never touched


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