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On First Loves And Finding Freedom

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Heat and flashes of light
Made my face warm
There were arms
Wrapped round my waist
From behind
squeezed me tight
Like a hug
Huey Lewis played
Lisa Loeb stayed
My life drifted up
Into the air small fires
That had no coals
And no support
But never burned out
In my mind we were
Tribal and ritualistic
We danced around our
Own bon fires
Fed each others
Fears and desires
She was vague
He was lost
They were never
Really known by me
Or me known by them
Still we danced
Like fine young cannibals
I could feel
We were primitive
That we really had
No idea about the world
Outside our world
Life is like a fire
It burns down
It burns up
We roll in
Vicious circles
Matching sets
Flocks of seagulls
Treasured pets
You served me
I served you
My perception
Of your reality
Yours of mine
I remember the scent
Of the season
Falling into winter
The scent of fire
A fire that consumes
Robs the grave
Buries again
I didn’t know
It was the last time
That i could feel
You feel me


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