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d blankets wrapped in metaphoric fire warms even the coldest of fears I want eternity at this moment for it never to stop never to seize I want to listen as you moan thunderclaps in spring and wrap your legs around me a wanderer in an oasis clings to solid ground, a waterfall spring flows abound I want to listen as you whisper those incantations in my ear like those Siren’s Odysseus fled but I am not here to make it home for home is in your arms and lips home is that nectar pouring forth from our entanglement I don’t desire the finite anymore nor clocks that hold illusions called time only this warmth without heat only this unending Burning Star-forming cotillion desire and carnal chance For as you near a supernova state I know I have done my

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duty in the multiverse of our inevitable metamorphosis.</p><p id="2879">© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020</p><p id="5832">If you enjoyed this poem, you might also like to read:</p><div id="b751" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/a-kiss-76d4dab9e23"> <div> <div> <h2>A Kiss</h2> <div><h3>A poem about one of the most wonderful things in existence</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*GMRa9pCfWoewTqhp)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A poem about passion and longing

I want to remember you etch your smile into my neurons burn your smell into my soul I want to run my hands through your hair like a lost soldier in the Elysian Fields I want to kiss you, as the sunset does this land upon the breaking of night I want to undress you just like winter strips these trees bare and blankets wrapped in metaphoric fire warms even the coldest of fears I want eternity at this moment for it never to stop never to seize I want to listen as you moan thunderclaps in spring and wrap your legs around me a wanderer in an oasis clings to solid ground, a waterfall spring flows abound I want to listen as you whisper those incantations in my ear like those Siren’s Odysseus fled but I am not here to make it home for home is in your arms and lips home is that nectar pouring forth from our entanglement I don’t desire the finite anymore nor clocks that hold illusions called time only this warmth without heat only this unending Burning Star-forming cotillion desire and carnal chance For as you near a supernova state I know I have done my duty in the multiverse of our inevitable metamorphosis.

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