Searing stares burn
my entire soul until all
that is left is a pile
of red ashes, writhing
in their passionate desire
to be lit again, panting
from the expiration
of oxygen in their midst

Their screams, faint
at first and building
as they extend longer
into the night, hang
in the air between our lips, begging
to be silenced by the hard
and soft contact
our touching is certain
to induce

Will they ever be smothered?
Will the energy between us dissipate
in the cataclysmic cacophony
of our lips, bursting
into a melody so
harmonious it seems
to be created by the gods?

(e.l.)