The Heat Of Walking Home

I’m curious about the breath between us. The inhale and exhale.

And retention. And gasping.

And the fire it feeds.

Maybe I’m more curious about the fire.

I am drawn to the fire. And delight in running my hand over the flame.

And the curiosity is really about what walking through it would feel like.

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