Falling In

Elan Mudrow



Initial warmth travelled

Between our new bodies

A prelude to a spark

Igniting a wick

Softening the wax, now

Circulating as reddened lava

Through my body.

We have lit a flicker

The pilot light of us


Your voice is a fire

And your skin’s temperature

A soft friction of sparks

Memorized and ablaze

Upon my spirit, as

My bones yield to

Become kindling

For the hearth

Of our impassioned house

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