Blossoming Everywhere

Your words, uttered by my lips
turn to flaming-butterflies,
fire-flowers fluttering in the air
and falling back against my mouth,
ravaging, searing, bruising, burning,
melting on my tongue
and flowing, a wild stream of fire
falling down my throat
and consuming me whole.

I sleep and wake at dawn
to find you in my breath,
in the gentle surge of silence
blossoming everywhere.

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