Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Bring Your Own Fire

One too many dead men walking everywhere
Stenciled, frigid, lifeless on arrival
But you, my man, are present and alive
Engaged with your mind, loving from your heart
Awake, from the slumber of indifference, you question,
from the sloth of apathy, you care

Chemistry is raw
but pales in comparison
To the mental sparks
From your strong sense of self
That rouses my fire

Giving all of that strong loving self of yours
With your body and soul
Never leaving your heart behind
You “home” me with acceptance
Being with me, who you are with yourself

Nov 8, 2016. 

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