My lover is a burning fire,
sometimes he is a breeze.

My lover is the wind,
he stirs the seas, and brings empires to their knees.

My lover is the oxygen,
and I am blessed to breathe.

His lover is a tempest,
but she puts his mind at ease.

His lover is a queen,
but she rules gently.

His lover is the universe,
expansive and bright.

I am but a small star,
if you squint, I might illuminate light.

My lover’s lover sketches him an eternity,
and all I can really give him is poetry.

My lover is a burning fire,
and I am just a cluster of trees!

GREG RAKOZY COTTONBRO

 

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