Can Anybody Here Me I'm In Her Arms Poem by Mark Heathcote

A burning light, a burning rush
I hold your form her body close to me
Till the flames enclose us both/me
Till the water, the wax snuffs me out.

Now all I see is the seal kisses of the stars
In your sassy, charcoal dusky warm arms.
I'm like a beetle, one of them minor avatars
Who sings his closing song in her lily petals psalms?

Love is a wailing flame of ecstasy, ooh, ooh,
Oh, once it's nearly extinguished,
Don't build a pyre around me.
Because she still has a thousand samurai knives, ooh, ooh,
In her eyes and they each want to encircle me, claw me.

Burn me, in my body's absence, she takes my soul
My essence and suffuses saturates me whole.
Turns my kernel my nucleus inside-out to her fire
My substance melts like oil to her desire.

Now all I see is the seal kisses of the stars
I too am like, one of them beetles them minor avatars
Who sings his closing songs in her lily petals psalms?
Can anybody hear me I'm in her arms?