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These Holy Fireworks

By FelixGirl

These holy fireworks mark her first time,
Unbroken by the world's cruel pain.
She kneels in corner to corner,
Sweating her sacredness
While searching my attempted vintage.
She and I push away from weary happiness,
Content in our matrix of thoughts,
And our sheer passions.
Flame streaks through my heart
Dashing through every corner.
When we come together
We live lives of magical people
Seeing no magic in our own.
Our forbidden adventures always soaring
On hushed whispers through the air.
Our times together fleeting
But memorable.
The spotlight shining for a moment.
We clung to our nature and we clung to our love.

Copyrightę2000 FelixGirl