Come to me
Gentle tyrant
Your lips orchestrate
Wars
Battling for the
Kiss
That never was

Come to me
Bright summer morning
Your colors are
Harsh
But I could afford to go
Blind
For some warmth

Come to me
Bottled poetry
Your taste can ignite
The fires of my perpetual
Fever
& set the whole-wide, aching world
Free

*but you always leave me wanting more