I’ve been thinking about
your artistic side
what artistic side
that’s what I mean
you give me a red lighter
for Valentine’s day when
I don’t even smoke
love’s cherry red
that runs right at you
warning and promising
not itself fire or blood
but that you carry
it with you everywhere
you never know
when we’ll be back
in the woods again.
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