he's silver and ivory
a magnet to shine loving eyes
he's a star in his own galaxy
who knows how to bend time
he burns my palms with his brilliance
yet i lavish in the flames
he breathes life with his resilience
and i wish to be the same
he is wrapped in a prayer
i whispered so softly into the night
nothing else can compare
to how it feels to bask in his light
is it passion or fear
or is it the feel of the flames
is he tortured or sincere
a candle, or a fire that can't be tamed