After the fire—embers,
ashes against the bedwrappings,
calm and cool intuitive friction,
laying bare beneath stars, and above,
silence resting in the hush
where breath meets love.
There I will be.
I don’t leave—
during rites, acts,
genesis, or dichotomy.
Enoch your way through it—
gently step, my love eternal.
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