I did not give it a name
immediately, this blaze
spreading to life
from a dream, such
was the scare of you
taking my solitude
and making it sting.

I, who hear words before
I recognise things
was too afraid, knowing
that it would escape designation

by meaning all;
that what I saw - you,
defying my sense of gravity,
being so young -
I could never unsee.

Still, I handed you over
all the secrets that glued me
together like wax.

Who were you, for not
returning my gaze, for
a knowledge greater
than hope? For scorching me

thus, with a designation
by fire.

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