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The Air
by Michael Graves

You are oxygen to my flame.
Without you, I do not burn.

In your absence
though the night carries no concealing clouds,
there is no light.

You are the riotous wind
that stokes the ocean to a frenzied rage.

The breath that silently forms
ripples on the mirrored pond,

You are the air that slides across
my skin in the sultry,
wet night.
Lighting fire.

You are the air
without you I do not breathe.

 

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