The truth is
our fire scares me,
this passion.
Your skin glowing
soft and warm
as you melt down
like candle wax.
I float away
like smoke.
Teach me
how to
surrender,
instead of
letting go.

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The truth is
our fire scares me,
this passion.
Your skin glowing
soft and warm
as you melt down
like candle wax.
I float away
like smoke.
Teach me
how to
surrender,
instead of
letting go.