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What name
Do we give
To fire felt,
What do we call
What is more
Than lust,
The idea that we hold
In our hand
As we look upon thy eye
Of the one
That we did take
As ours-
We stand as we join
A fate we know,
A fate writ long ago-
We wait no more
For our path,
And go on with a wish
Come true as we
Gaze upon a face
That we can not dote on
More than we do now,
What do we call
The burn
That sets in vein
That hits our mind
And body as one-
The push to heed
The need-
We call it love,
A word that we slip
From lips
In the dark
And with the lit sun,
A word that sits
Upon skin
A word that is more
And less
All at once.
It is love
That I feel
That I felt,
It is love
That we use to join
A soul
That has torn.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (2)
Beautifully contemplative & personally relational.
Truly lovely!