the next time I see you, moving slow with me in the firelight,
the next time you stir sparks that fly to heaven,
your fingers entwined
with mine,
your face aglow,
our world will be encompassed by the red
flicker and the sheltering trees,
the crackling and the crickets- that next time other memory will be
set aside as we experience the now the first time forever
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