Thank You

[interexternal]

I'm hearing you in the settling crackle of a flame.
The light touching the folds in our shirts, and the embers settling on our broad limbs.
If I could take the last breath, words rising through cold air to some nebula.
I would let us wrap ourselves together, blanketed in understanding.
The understanding which is hope, pulling all life into a carved

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[openexit]

I would change it a bit.

Which is hope, pulling all the life into a carved box,
that sits in your lap, weighted, full with all the comfort of experience.

When the fire is smoothed away, the charcoals will glow,
encapsulating
and we are warm in the bed that is made.

:]

[interexternal]

Thanks for the suggestions! :D