It was somewhat acquiescing

The way we clashed hotheadedly 

Over seemingly nothing

A glance, a word, a mood in motion

Sometimes I think deceptively

At least- to the world

Too cynically blind to see- credence                           

All while causing a fire

A carnal craving to be unleashed

Deep down in our souls

Making us seem self-destructive           

Like the wild foolishly chasing itself  

And in some respects, we were

Mirror images of each other

Coming and going- simultaneously

A vortex imploding into rebirth

Not in that axiomatically way               

But inside, where is all matters  

Where only pure raw love…becomes  

Poet of the Light © 2018

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