I've always pondered why
The expression of desire
Be best expressed by
The burning of flame.

For me, that is not enough;
My thoughts of desire are not but a flicker,
Or the mention of warmth;
The lighting of pyres.

For me, it'd be poison:
Thoughts, injected into the brain,
Choking me with desire.
You, you, you, you, you.

You'd want more of it.
There are no signs, it grows.
Like bacteria feasting on your mind,
Replacing your humanity
With something inhumane.
Someone inhumane.

Until you smile and can't stop smiling,
As you have more and more,
Not of this someone, but
This image beyond reality.

'Til I can't recall your voice,
Your face, your smile,
Your grace, though I know
You're the one for me.
The perfect partner.

*My perfect partner.
And I will be yours forever.