I look at you, and I see a fire.
Something warm and fierce,
and it fills me with a sense of joy, and one of fear.
The soft glow is enticing,
drawing me in like a moth to flame.
As I feel the fire engulf me,
I am consumed;
Breathless,
Weightless,
In between different planes of existence.
I meet myself,
I lose myself,
then once more my two selves merge back into one.
I am lost in the sensation
of destruction and creation,
for I have glimpsed the edge of my own reality.
I know I have experienced something incredibly beautiful
but the price is a small piece
of the being I call me.
This is the burning;
the feeling I am left with after passion leaves me.
And the fire still smolders deep inside you,
always present,
always burning,
tempting me to trade a piece
of my very existence for a dance with fire.