Close; just never close enough
We’ve littered the common ground
with fuel-infused firewood,
but neither of us have yet determined
how to pocket a smokeless spark
Nonetheless, I trust you must know
that I would rob this world of stars
in order to burn brightly beside you
You make me want to treat today
like my intentions for tomorrow
I spend the majority of all hours now
getting high on your absent energy;
vibing on a perky smile which I’ve not
stirred in a seeming eternity
You are the best of all possibles,
and I cannot un-know your essence
So secret me off to some storage cellar
in a forlorn corner of your vehement heart;
take my forceful form perpetually,
there within your penetrable pulse
Look to me for air
Look to me for rest
Just, please, never stop looking for me
the desirous way I see you do
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