feel that fire

today, the sky's skin mirrors poetry's anatomy
of some souls, vested in the lights' vestments
those souls could be mine and yours, blandly
running to the sea, to debug a joy hid in time
data of those souls support us to feel that fire,
freeing the caressing range of love's overture
[i might fall in love with you, but would you‽]

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