Months ago
they cupped their hands around one lighter
and the tip of his cigarette
burned her right middle knuckle:
The small white scar
an emblem of
desire
that scalds her now,
scalds her now.
Candles in the dark
I do want to talk about Kairos more sometime when I can think more about it. Just a quick thought, stealing more from Standing at the Cor...
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