A kind of alchemy confounds my soul
without solidity of sight or touch
a yearning stirs
churns raw, burns deep
leaves me in liquid moments.
I love in you something more than you affect who I know myself to be
visceral, yes, an ache, the heat
thick on my fingers, ashes
forged to silver this fire leaves
no longer purely me but more.
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