Where are the windows to the soul?
I feel your eyes on me
shining as pools of fire,
in a field of coals.

Mayhap , Our love burns deep;
smoldering in the ground for years
eons even as the veins of pitch
coal burn underground.

Spark to a flame,
moths to the Light.
My name may burn you
are you not afraid?

Touch heals
touch cures
touch is love incarnate
touch chills.

My bones will be dust,
the fire lit by the oldest born.
will thou give Me many more?

who shall then be your support?

Look within, seek that peace
We shall be today
and forever more

The same two Ones.

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