Burning whole.

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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