Wildfire and Innocence
children of an emerald isle
inhabiting a pause
in brutish wars
dulcet notes
of tenderest voices
raining as leaves
from autumn's branches
rivulets of caramel warmth
energizing oft rejected
lovers' embraces
as he loosens her plaits
of cinnamon and wildfire
she raises piquant lips
to his nakedly innocent
adoration
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