My Blue Fire

In verses I’d paint – the sky above us
In tongue strokes I’d write – our names on her skin
In howled screams I’d scratch – the Moon and the Stars

With smiles – I do cradle the thought of her heart
With moans – I do chant our passion and bliss
With jolts – I do daydream of untamed pleasures

Then

Panting I close – these inappropriate lines
Breathing I lower – the lids of my eyes
Smiling I’ll live – the rest of my day