My blue flame My sanctuary

We danced the dance

music weaved by the moonlight. 

He picked my ruins

with his silky touch put them back 

at where rainbow left the traces. 

He drew our names on the sand

dawn pasted into our memory. 

“Will you write about me?” he asked. 

“It doesn’t work that way” i replied. 

but our kisses mingle with the wind.

 

And so, we stay within the moment. 

It started when he took my hand while his heart refused to calm. 

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