Flaming Love

Love making

Can I know where to look inside of you,
To know that everything you stand for,
Prostrates me to your heart,
To know, what I don’t know,
To feel, what I haven’t felt,
To spawn, what two singularities can,
When they move towards
An interface, and letting your hair
Down and your eyes look up,
As you gaze at me, not knowing
That your eyes are imploring
And your cleavage invites
To move an inch towards contact,
When you unfurl like a leaflet
And I settle like a butterfly
And our world becomes transparent
Like we are inside a water bubble,
When our chemistries are covalent
And physics tells us we are North-to-South
Until there is only the residue,
Of looking outside at the full moon
And wondering how it all pales
To our flamed kerosene-afterglow.

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