the fault of fascination

we kissed in corners
under cover of darkness
the burden of evidence
heavy, its breath
on the napes of our
necks
heckles rising
like ardor
to burn and to blaze
we pressed our hands
to the glowing grates
to sear in secrets
to never forget
to choose to remember
to carry the scar

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