Piercing blue iris belong to she
who gets me high and sets me free
from the fire that kindles raw kerosene
clockwork heartburn Set. Match. Inferno
Flames that fuse us together when we make love
warmth that simmers anticipation of release
heat that makes the world wither away
while we stay and liquefy to make a
permanent emulsion of you and I.
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I like this poem. The metaphors are very well chosen; wonderful work.