Flames.

Yes You! The ebony tease in the heavy evening.
Yes You! The long tase screaming into the chill.
So many a time have I reached out to the warm chasm in you.

So many a time do I dip my fingers in your swirling body,
And have been burnt. The signed symbol on my fingers
Just for the reminders of what it means to be loving you

Each time I dare, I linger a little longer, Darling!
I am not numb, it pains a little deeper, Darling!
But I stay longer, this hurting is sweeter in its rare measures of you.

The faceless mutiny of my senses submerged
Deep under the layers of the passionate convulsions.
I have made my peace; loving you is burning along with you.