"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I have found what you are like,
A dark recess of the world that I can hide in.
A little moth that flutters to your light.
This orb of love,
I am Icarus and you are a sun,
Melting my wax wings
For being too close to your warmth.
Burn me, set alight your fire as you purge of my disease.
And mark your forehead in a cross of my ashes.
That you might wear my love in an act of worship.
This will be my solitary courtship.
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