Your touch
Lights a flame
Whose drunken tongue
Slides across my chest,
Whose feverish hands
Grasp me
In a hot embrace.
You ask me
Why I’m silent.
But your words
Are half-deafened
By the crackle of fire
In my veins.
I feel it
Smolder in my skin
And stifle
My breath.
You gaze down
With a golden flicker
In your eye
While my body ablaze
Trembles beneath you
And a warm smile
Consumes my wordless lips.
He Who Wanders 