You kiss me the way the sun sets
everytime how dark my world gets.

You draw constellations
on the freckles of my face-
ought to see the beauty in oddness.

You paint dusty blue and white
with hasty brush strokes in my lungs
as you hold me perfect enough
to make my breath smoke.

You taste like grace
when I dance to the sound of your voice.
I am the venom, we are toxins poured to dissipate.
Promise me we'll never hold back nor hesitate.

too many poems
too many poets
describing the
same **** feelings
and yet
throughout the centuries
none of us
have ever found
the right words

as i gaze into your eyes
i see the flames of the fire you've set within me