Do you have any clue how
mesmerizing
you remain?
You're a cryogenic
heart
attack
{encased in flame}
and laced with memory's sweetest secret name
spoken
and winding
icily
down the same
backbone that you freeze
with a fireburn hum;
to feel you breathe
upon my xiphisternum
is like a dream from heaven above
wrapped in an
aquamarine
pillar
of
flame;
"I am so in love with you"
becomes preferred refrain.
(There's something stuck in my head:
it's you and I.)
We cannot be the same,
for we have witnessed
candlelit displays
of com