When Prometheus stole fire from the gods,
I know he placed some in your eyes
Eyes that are piercing,
fiery, 
ardent, 
and melting away:
the worries in my heart,
the thoughts in my head,
the fears embedded in me.
Eyes that pierced through the windows of my soul
Now, I am cut open.
With one gaze, 
one touch   —
a touch deeper than skin.
Ah! My defences are down,
Ah! My lover,
You have touched me, 
closely,
intimately, 
beautifully.
This intensity can feel your fire 
We are only human,
but together   —  you and I
We can be gods!