Wanting her all to herself,
watching the wild spring out of her like a burst of red fire
she fans the flames with sheets woven in green,
trying to put them out slowly.
Wild flames are not meant to be tamed
she reassures her to resist -
wanting to light her sky orange
the fire spreads far and over.
This blaze isn't for keeping,
it won't ever be spoken for one's own
and in the novelty of your night,
I want to make your shadows dance.
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