
Draw up the Earth, Kate.
Let her cool your heart.
Too much love without the container of your body
will destroy you.
The heat alone
will kill you.
Your burning heart
is seismic grief.
Seismic love, lost.
The only way to live with a heart-on-fire
is to let go
into another.
The Earth, Kate.
“Me, Kate.”
“Draw me up.”
Burning hole to burning whole.
. _ . _ . _ .
(photo credit :: Casey Horner)
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