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My Heart Is A Phoenix Caught In Your Blaze.

 

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I met you in the darkness of January.

Your blue eyes lit up the room. I saw your angel face and it set my stomach to waves. I watched it turn and knew you for a warrior, a King. It terrified and excited me; I had to have you.

Now there is a fire burning all over this city.

Its flames follow the tires of my car as I go from your house to mine. We are leaving a trail of heat and ash; everything is burning and rebuilding and burning again.

I think this will be a good thing. Yes, it feels right.

You held me close on our first night, hands like glue that tried to hold the pieces of my body together as I fell apart in your arms. Every touch turned to fire. The blazes crept up my ankles, to my knees (making them weak), to my stomach (it is burning), into my heart (it pumps fire, not blood).

My heart is a phoenix caught in your blaze.

Still I cannot bear to leave you. My body trembles in the aftermath of our separation. Every cell in me begs that I would turn around and run right back to you. Sometimes I listen, and you smile for it.

I will never get enough of you.

We are never apart for long, but if you asked my heart it would tell you it waited for an eternity. You are the winter river of my birthplace, power surging under cold strength, pulling me to jump into the icy waters and be devoured.

You cool my flames at night with your liquid eyes, leaving me smoldering, partially quenched. In the morning, we rise with the sun and you let me burn again.

I would burn for a million days if it meant I could burn for a billion more with you.

My hand polishes the lines on your face, the ones that leave valleys by your eyes, valleys as storied and beautiful as the one in which I was born, and you lean into me. I see the freckles splayed like stars across your skin; I trace them into pictures of speckled sparrows taking flight in the sun.

Tangled up in blankets and limbs and words not spoken, faces pressed together, we sleep.

I feel you slip into the Dreaming; I follow your trail of smoke to join you, and we burn together.

 

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MeganFrizzellMegan Frizzell is a 21-year-old from Alberta, Canada, who loves people, places and things of all kinds. She wants to be a petroleum engineer and one day hopes to develop new technology to aid in the reduction of our dependence on fossil fuels. She is an earth-loving spiritualist who bathes in eloquent words and the open, sun-filled horizons of the prairies she was born in.

 

 

{Come Burn With Me}

 

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