What if I told you
The skin you're in
At this moment
Is the only reason
This Earth
Hasn't collapsed into a
Cold
Fetal position?

What fire have we started
Searing your sweet scent brands my nostrils
I pray
You stay burned into my retinas
Sweating
I thirst for your abrazo calído.

The heat that rises
The corners of your smile
A balance I desire
To melt me
When I am frozen in your presence.

Ifeanyi N. Okoro II @ © 2018