Fire Odyssey

I know where we meet,
beneath pink moons
and burning constellations.
I feel you
before our hands touch.
The fire in our Odyssey
folds into starlight
and encompasses the lining
of our chests.

I am anchored.
Held tight to the eyes that
gently see me.
that measure in lengths of
and forget the distance
we’ve traveled.

Foolish as I am
to fall as I do
we still,
tumble in laughter to
every adventure—
and I write your name
permanent, at every mile
of our road.

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