night
leaves you
looking for sleep
and for the air that feeds you
builds you up
from flickering flame
to opulent inferno
matches struck without warning
in caresses laid upon your cheek
on a chilled evening
when you
a season's namesake
allowed yourself to melt
night
does not answer you easily
it waits for you
watching as you sway in thought
waiting until you grow tired
to accept your weary heart
because it enjoys your company
and the persistent burn that comes with it
there aren't many skies
that would deny your heat
even if you believe
it is better to be cold now
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