Chandra

Lips of forbidden fire drape his copper smile and I imagine how

laying in his golden brown arms would be like the warm sunrise sand soft against my skin

a peaceful blanket enclosing me within his world

where lungs are bejeweled with every holy breath between our mouths

we are completions of the heavens

the moon and his brightest star

an effervescent glow evaporating the dichotomy of worlds.

And with each lifetime he returns to me flowering my path with scented petals

lotuses bursting into bloom within every footprint

black curtain eyelashes draping his sable eyes that

draw me willingly into an infinite existence within his magical passion.

Nikki Lockhart

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