She lives over there, curled up under ten story trees on a pine needle bed
Warmed by the sun’s rays and taking in the scents of baked evergreens, fallen cones, and hundreds of beings in their unbroken home
Summer evening is the oldest and truest medicine made especially for her
The sky is her limit, her language is wordless
He crouches in the shadows, Animus, with eyes of steel and a heart of gold
Eyes of steal
His heart forever sold
If you were able to get close enough to feel his embrace, you’d feel his embers too
Coursing through open channel veins
They burn for you, and only you
The embers originating from his bonfire heart
Coals never dying, they scream on forever
Without even knowing, you keep creating sparks
Just by speaking his name
With your smiling eyes, mischievous, you stoke the flames
You are the air he breathes and the earth that keeps him alive
He is fire intoxicated, you are the finest wine
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