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DOVES ON FIRE

Running naked through illuminations

the darkness whispers and whistles solitude

a humming vacuum like wind calls forth our sorrows

from shallow graves thoughts come back to visit

humbling a new found peace

rolling slowly behind our eyes

the night grows restless

with tears of promise

to purify our presence

and bless our fleeting embrace

the long minutes weep with smiles

that which is

will be

go gracefully

embrace the dark sweetness

full of private aromas

to tease our senses

and fill our nostrils with the

sharp bite of desire

Doves on fire