The Third Mist
Love is a lavender mist
loosening sealed windows
gliding through key holes of bolted doors
melting frost from the heart
placing it in a nest of warmth
where a chorus of miracles lie.
Two times in my life
I've inhaled this miracle mist,
slaying one with my ego
the other slaying me with hers.
I'm still waiting for the third mist
to thaw the chambers of this
dormant volcano heart.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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