Secret Ingredients
Lovers
life can be fickle
hold your lover close tonight
before it’s too late
–
a darkened doorway-
your soft lips hard
against mine
Ciara
a sprit of fire
shining brightly in the night
dowsed before it’s time
–
all at once-
the dancing flame
now only smoke
Conflict
averting my eyes
pretending not to notice
your scars and bruises
–
cherry copper leaves-
the distant crash
of rutting stags
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