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!
COTTONBRO
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2 comments
Great! Good vibes from Brasil and happy new year
A powerful and breezy power. Love the intensity and gentleness in the poem.