After the Fire

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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