Tea

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Making tea, I watch
flames embrace kettle
and think in my heart
it blooms violet with fire.
Like this I will exist
in love with you
with every heated breath
from this day until I sigh
my last.
My hand flies to my face,
I weep against my palm
because it hurts to inhale
and burns to exhale.
I cannot touch
blue flames with my fingertips
or your lips
with my own.

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