We pop and we crack when we face

We laugh and we duck away

Eyes darting to the wall

Sneaking back to tick tock out of turn

met gazes and sharp wit flit the spark

let it crackle

Light it

‘Set it free’

Billowing the smoke through a breeze

Cooling between the trees

oxygen fans flames, sure

but dust settles all the same

Breathing the same air in

true desires coming out

Pooling sand in hand

Dirt, clay, foundation’s potential

Pressed us against newly cleared ground

*authors note* secondary succession is something that occurs in nature, one of the main examples is essentially when a forest burns down and things then grow after, the ecosystem changed but still alive. I semi tried to make that translate to love or a budding relationship. Idk! Enjoy!