Code Red

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When I notice the spark between us
I don’t see it can turn into
flickers of untamed thirst.

Your eyes project a light I’ve never seen
they light up when it’s dim
they hiss like the tip of a flame
when they kiss the surface of the flesh.

As your words become smoke
intoxicating my sense, my worth,
my sense of worth, I learn
my body is not a fire.
You’re not afraid to touch.

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