One Minute

Our frames
Not molding, yet molded by our simmering skin
To the touch
We are not much but
Sticks in a wildfire
Lavender skies penetrate
Through light
Through meandering night
Through rivers
Twisting thoroughly with might
Each eye another star
That refuses to shine
Until the moon grants their
Wish
Ah, I say, grant me this
One touch, one kiss
To unravel and secure
All I've missed


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I was just sitting on a futon reading a book and had a violent urge to write. Then I wrote this in probably less than a minute, no joke. So that is where the title originally came from. I am really happy with how this turned out.