Incense Fires


Your breath thaws my heart.
Your smoke fills my lungs.
Inhale in,
and then out,
igniting my once dead spark,
my inner passion,
leaving traces of sandalwood residue behind.
Your incense warms me up,
burning fires in places,
once abandoned.
Expanding.
Moving.
Flowing.
Opening portals,
unlocking doors.
Bits of ash scatter across and dust floors.
Curling tendrils float on up,
touching dark crevices,
that finally see the light.
Smoke please heal me,
take me on a ride tonight.

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