IGNITED IN JULY

 

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Ignited in July
Scorched-earth mornings blaze, unyielding,
July’s breath a furnace, relentless in its simmer.
Here, in the crucible of summer,
The world hums with heat, a vibrant hymn.
Yet it’s not just the sun that sets me ablaze—
Within, a spark catches, fierce and untamed.
I am kindling, stacked high,
Flammable, brimming with unspoken fuel.
My heart, a wildfire, leaps to consume
The quiet spaces where doubt once bloomed. Alive—this is no fleeting pulse,
But a thunderous awakening, sharp and bright.
My mind hums, electric, a live wire,
Thoughts dancing like heatwaves on asphalt.
My heart, a drumbeat, pounds with purpose,
Each sense summoned to the edge of knowing.
To touch the world, to feel its edges—
The rough grain of truth, the silk of dreams.
To see the dawn split open, raw and golden,
To hear the whisper of possibility in the air. And then, there’s you—
Your words, warm as coffee poured slow,
Steam rising in the morning’s quiet glow.
Those cinnamon eyes, flecked with secrets,
Hold me captive, make me shy, unsteady.
They spark something reckless, something bold,
A fire that neither smolders nor grows cold.
I lean into it, unafraid of the burn,
Drawn to the heat where my soul might turn. I will not retreat, not dim this flame,
Unless your voice bids me to step away.
The choice is yours, the ball in your court—
A quiet offering, where my courage holds fort.
Let it bounce, let it roll, let it find its place,
In the space between us, this fragile, fervent chase.
For now, I stand in the blaze of July,
Alive, ignited, my heart open wide.
Ready to feel, to see, to hear, to know,
Where this fire leads, where our sparks might go.