They used to meet in the meadow and gather lavender.
How sweet it was to raise their faces and breathe.
How sweet it was, just to be.
Side by side.
Alive.
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Lavender
Tag: Romantic fiction
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Beautifully Us
Take me to the fire.
Dance with me
in the spaces between
the flames.
Burn with me, into
the quiet
of everything pure.
Everything.
Perfectly
beautifully
us.
I am a body.
But I am dissolved
by the blinding light
of destiny.
Here I spin,
longing to escape
the heavenly dream
that hurtles through the soft
and quick
of me.
Catch me, hold me still.
Oh, the aching,
catch me.
Hold
me
still.
