Some people have end of the world plans,

but you encompass my world in the span of your fingers, your arms, your hands,

The maps you sketch across me,

In the fire of your kiss and ice of your bite–

You are my Ragnarok and Rapture,

In simmer dim and dawning light.

Today, tomorrow, and the hereafter.

The what if, what’s for, and what’s to come,

What’s half begun, what’s left undone.

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