The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
― Pablo Neruda
Fragile and thin.
You are a dark canvas
Lit by gold.
Whenever I despair
Of the written page
I remind myself—
Life chose me
For this passion,
This rage,
And there is more
Between us
Than a pane of glass...
Perhaps too civil
A passion,
Easily controlled,
Perhaps too feeble
A fire
And poetic rage,
So dramatic
This ardor…
More heat than flame.
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Thank you for your response, @drakoscliff