A Reflection of Intimacy
As I stare intently into the eyes of you,
I find the depth of your iris widened.
The image of me clear within the dark pool of your envy,
allowing my reflection to wade around freely.
How I yearn to feel your thoughts, like
the delicate-ness of your eyes-caress
feels earnestly on my skin.
A reflection of your thought is what I long to be,
but a reflection in your vision
is enough to quench the craving of your expansive desire of my being,
of your love.
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He never looked back at the fire,
but the radiating warm heat singed his back.
He wavered from the light to pull away but the air away was too cool to inhabit.
He lingered there between the flame and the breeze.
And when the heat felt brave enough to take its finger to trace the curvature of his waist,
he thought
the Frost whispered once
That “the world will end in fire”
And so he waits to be engulfed in flames.