Flying to float on fire,
Dark charcoal-dusted soul
Wise eyes full of wonder
Under shadows clear.
Time slithers and slips
Between fingertips
Thin films of sand and salt,
Pounding, curious hearts cease
To wonder what home is -
Hands trace and submerge
Into undiscovered-unknown,
Home is there.
Love and light and lust,
Soft surfaces unfamiliar,
A translucent-opaque,
Existence never felt resistance until now.
A.
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