If Love Was an Animal We'd be the Hunters

The warmth celebrates its freedom.
It surrounded us in a passionate dance of affection.
She told me I was  being stupid,
but it was part of my charm.
I’m clumsy that way.
She held up her hand
waiting for me to hold it.
I was nervous,
my stomach tickled on the inside
but I wasn’t laughing.
She smiled at me,
said it was okay,
she knew what she was doing,
I was just there to enjoy the ride.

There was a firework in my mind,
jumbled up every word I had ever learnt,
making it hard for me to find anything worth saying,
you’d think any word would do,
but this particular warmth wouldn’t be easy to explain with just one word.
It burns you,
as it keeps you warm.
It crackles nosily,
as you fall asleep to the fresh smell of ash.

And suddenly you’re shaken awake,
astonished,
surprised,
comfortably paralyzed.
What burned?
It just might have been your heart starting back up again my friend.

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