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Fire Scribbles
During the dismal months, I sparked to life
only when I made love with you.
As the firefly lights and fades out, lights and fades –
in glimpses we trace its fight
through the dark night among the olive trees.
During the dismal months, my soul sat
shrunken and lifeless
but my body took the straight road to you.
The night-sky lowed.
We secretly milked the cosmos and survived.