A soul and its body wake
in blue-inked sweat. One
is filled with incandescence,
the other carries nerves.
To find words for: spirit, air,
invisible, we must wait until
our hearts unfold themselves with
pollen-laden hands, petals beckoning.
A soul and its body , fused flame,
rosy fire, two embers glowing
in the spaces between them,
an impervious union, to keep
the heart-strings tight, attached
always moving, clinging to eachother.
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