the way you can embed it
into a well-groomed tree
or a handcrafted bench
or a tear of your essence
that’s what this is
it’s love and that’s what it means to me.

He left it everywhere he could
Or couldn’t reach, planted kisses
Up and down my neck, planted
Dreams of fire where his words
Couldn’t reach, he left his touch
To speak for itself, to spark
And it inspired me.

Let the Fire do the talking.