Into the Eternal Flame

(for the one who glows in my dark)

Into the Eternal Flame 
(for the one who glows in my dark)

Your beauty warms my soul. 
See them glowing deep
within the darkness of my desires
into the eternal flame.

Your beauty warms my soul.
Not like fire.
Like breath
slow, deliberate,
curling beneath my ribs
where memory lives.

I see them glowing deep
within the darkness of my desires
not shadows,
but silhouettes of touch,
the places you’ve pressed
without fingers.

Your voice is a texture.
It slides.
It settles.
It stays.

And I follow
not forward,
but inward.
Where time folds,
where longing loops,
where the flame waits
to be named.

You are not light.
You are the heat
that teaches it how to burn.

So, I sink.
I surrender.
I straddle the ache
between now and always.

And there
in the pulse,
in the hush,
in the myth of your kisses
I remember
what it means
to be undone
passionately.