DEVOTION

I build this shrine from ashes

each brick carved by my love for you,

each heartbeat laid, a relic to adore.

You are the spark that sings inside my soul,

a flame burning in my chest,

the pulse beneath it.

Each sight, a verse the light remembers.

Stars tremble, and time forgets to move.

Two fires feeding the same desire.

In our gazes, I see our reflection burning

a truth too fierce to stay hidden.

We are fire tasting fire.

Even the dark knew our names,

whispered them like a secret prayer,

a quiet worship between ruin and rebirth.

Even silence hums our name.

In your gaze, I find the divine undone

a pulse, a sigh, a promise breaking open.

No heaven can contain this hunger,

no prayer can tame its flame.

What is love, if not the art of burning

and calling it devotion?

Here, in the burn of our embrace,

I am whole.

So when the night forgets our names,

it will remember our flame.

© Diana Mistera