When I first Discovered Fire – A Poetry by Nikhil Chandwani

When I first discovered my fire
my eyes were pinned by yours,
the heated gaze of a predator
preying upon my soft, tender skin.

I faced a fabled ice age
when my mistakes hurled you away
because my age of exploration
sailed too far from your soft sea,
bending back your patience
and stripping raw your rage.

Yet my ship did dock again
amidst the storms and tides,
to find wars ahead awaiting,
booming through our hallowed halls.

We fought against. We fought together.
Our words were loaded guns.
Our weary flesh fell into place
and began a renaissance.

You are my art, my muse, my morals.
My beginning and my end.
The pillars that we built back then
still hold up to this day hence,
locked in place by love’s idle hands,
caressed by the winds
of our dance between the sheets.

Let a thousand volcanoes blow
and threaten the end of times
but you are mine, I am yours.
The lazy embers of an apocalypse
will not mow down these walls.

You are my art, my muse, my morals.
My beginning and my end.
The pillars that we built back then
still hold up to this day hence,
locked in place by love’s idle hands,
caressed by the winds
of our dance between the sheets.

Let a thousand volcanoes blow
and threaten the end of times
but you are mine, I am yours.
The lazy embers of an apocalypse
will not mow down these walls.

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