Just one kiss

What fire have I
in my reddened silence
to deny the crimson hush?
An ember buried in fallen leaves
burns far more fierce than that of lust.

Whipped up by winds,
we’ll crown the hills
with waves of growing flame.
We’ll light the dusk,
ignite the dawn;
with rosy poise, we’ll catch the rain.


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