Letters For Lovers: III

Your hands were in my hair; you held me like bone could fuse to bone and you were not afraid. My eyes emptied of their dark, replaced iris with iridescence, and burned back at you. That heat, that spark — we were living off the other’s heart — rendering me irreplaceable — rendering you everything — rendering tongue against tongue more than a prayer for love; our bodies in the night became life.

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