Arrival

Motes of fire in your voice
And the embers of your eyes
Animal warmth
Burnished gold

On the first night we met
I was immediately adrift
And quickly lost
Coming home

You are what love means
A low door in the wall to
Another world
New and familiar

Sly and radiant as your
Flashing smile and tender flesh
Welcome then
Magically gone

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