Kisses that burn like the midnight sun
Making red and yellow flowers bloom in their wake
Cracked lips pour liquid fire on my body
And I yell for the morning to never come
Rough turns soft and murmurs grow drowsy
Breaths fan out lazily in the quiet darkness
Limbs tangle together as the enhaloing sleep approaches fast
And I beg the night to stay forever young
YOU ARE READING
incandescent
PoetryBecause our love was like a fire: sometimes we let it consume us, and others we made it shine. A collection of poems.
