while I was thinking of you

House of Heart

my verses are

flames meant to melt the

chalice of your heart.

In the  white night

we cross the continents,

feel but never touch.

Our secrets too holy for the light

set the night on fire.

I am profanity in a sacred sky,

blasphemy of flaws to small to alter fate.

While I was  thinking of you

a fledgling fell to earth,

saved by the wind  on her

passage to life.

red head on a bench

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