Incandescence

Image by Mikhail Nilov

Your kiss leaves my lips red, 

A fiery tingle that spreads, 

Engulfing me in scarlet. 

I burn steadfast at your altar, 

Pinned beneath your gaze. 

Fire coils in my belly, 

Liquid heat in my veins; 

My heart thunders to cool the fever. 

I wonder at this searing…

It should scorch me, 

Should leave me a pile of ash. 

Instead, I hover in the inferno, 

Eyes shut tight, 

Waiting for more.