the utter inspiration
of lovers touching deep within the night.
Two embers flare into one flame
that never could be tamed.
sync, the movement and the beat.
Hearts racing towards another peak.
Lost within a valley of release.
Wishing that this love would never cease.
years are falling away and around
a deep centered movement once found.
Memories come crowding back
into the center of the pack.
said that we would love into forever.
Lightheaded, like a feather's
constant movement in the wind.
It is as if it never had an end.
the night and deep, the dark.
Yet still, within, there lives a spark
? Michaelette ?
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