pandora

aching, yearning need.
not emptiness looking for fill,
but the rocketing swirl
of two potent fuels.

igniting,
engulfing
dancing, licking flames.


invisible,

heat-guided tendrils

spanning ether, filtered minds,

to invade

through fingertips.


locking arms and bolting bones,

the mad flush and rushing

memory of one morning's heated rise.
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