I want to plunge you into hot water
and watch the colors seep out like liquid smoke,
but my careless absorbtion
countinuously burns me
as I spill your scalding beauty.
Eyes etched into my memory
as ancient engravings forever on stone,
fingertips that still marble the chills on my skin
after they've long since vanquished my body.
Sighs that still heave like winds though rocky shores
and eminent smiles with permanence beyond fading.
Silent thoughts and beautiful mysteries
intwining butterflies in cloud captured castles.
I would like to set us on fire
and melt into each other,
no matter how close I get
I yearn to be closer.
I want to blend our colors together
and make beautiful, otherworldy hues;
Entangled deep within existence
where we know only each other.
© 2007 H.Tawater
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