Bleu Polar

Bleu Polar

{Olan Mill::01.07.13}

 

sometimes, somehow,

I convince myself, that

the fire is not as hot as it was

just a moment ago

so I stand in its outer reaches

singesmoking the hair on my bare legs

with eyes fixed on the stars

I stand there,

to test the heat, am I alive?,

the way a child’s desire

for reassurance, that

because you are disappointed

in their mistake, doesn’t mean

you don’t love them.

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