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Firefighting your wild eyes –
along the burning coast
where the only guest I was –
in stillness of the sun moment –
a calligraphic drawing
were your words
on the azur page
of the Atlantic waters.
Your smile, so volatile,
to stop the flames
from spreading
over my body.
Your wild fire melted
my February blood
which would be painted
by Brooks Romaine
in the subdued gray palette.
Impossible to leave
you were –
I was evacuated
by circumstances.