1.12.2016

Once a madness


Once a madness,
now enflamed as love,
a tepid growth
of warmth
through
all the
extremities.

A growing
warmth
that never
leaves,

growing
with the
summer,

growing
with the
autumn leaves,

growing with
the waves
and moon.

Growing when
you smile at me,

a moth pretends
it’s a butterfly,
reaching for the
light,

as my heartbeat
quickens with
the rain that
isn’t
there.

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