Yearning & Plea

Infatuation

It's a fire

It is a fire

it burns a bitten mouth

and ignites the spark

On a cold tongue

it undresses our souls

it covers our logic with emotions

we are blinded

But we see colors, rainbows

leaves falling from mango trees

sunflowers bloom

butterflies drift from South to West

We are blind and burnt

incapable of controlling the heat

we surrender to its warmth

to the beating of hearts as your lips meet mine

and, O Love, I surrender my soul to your breath

that smells of cigarettes

But as the fire fades

we see the truth

the truest truth

yet we refuse to admit

that we were once intoxicated