Sunday, March 20, 2005

I am
a flame
burning
brilliantly
for you.
My lips flicker
in and out
kissing your skin,
bringing warmth.
My eyes glow,
adoringly gazing,
casting shadows
onto your face
I am hot.
I am sexual,
burning.
I do not stop
until I am snuffed out
of existence
by a cold hand.
My passion burns,
melting my waxy body.
I drip
collecting on the coffee table.
My passion runs
down
my
side.
I am bright,
I am brilliant,
I will love you
until
I
am
no
more.

2 comments:

PoeticMermaid said...

Adrian, I love the metaphor of the flame, of heat, to your passion and love. "Until I am no more" can sound cliché, but it was just the punctuation the end of this piece needed.

Pincushion said...

Sighhhh...
simply lovely!

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