are my eyes
closed
and the pantheon of dread
I keep hidden
I want to know
your sugar, stevia, agave
cloud, kite, weather, Will
I want to know
how you propose
to this darkness
and love me still
my hand on the candle, I tip the wax
it is I, who burn myself
but your love
blossoms in the burn
Your Love
ceases the suffering
I give to myself
Your Love
turns the urn
into a new cup
for life
I Love You
Your Beloved
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