You Are

My heart’s fire glowing outwards,
Hands sculpt slippery clay,
Or paint the soul’s colours,
Pouring it out of me.
In intimate moments you are…
First waking thought at dawn,
Midnight’s prayerful vigil,
Comfort found in quiet tea,
A shot of burning whiskey.
You are what I know,
And what hides from view,
What felt long forgotten,
Yet  I fear to remember.

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