for all that we have left
the heat is creeping into every crevasse
thick air fills each liquid breath
the heavy branches
sag low as they shield us
from the beating sun
when it’s exceptionally hot
they call it “oppressive”
as if we’re slaves to our star
but i’m no slave
i’ve volunteered to brave this life
in service to my own star
my shining one love
being beside you is no oppression
it’s pure joy to live in your light
to work hard for your happiness
my reward is only your time
for all that we have left
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