Reduce Me To A Drop Poem by Halsho Zangana

The sun sets, but you ignite
my senses when you appear.
Your hand comes like a breeze
It calms, numbs, and freezes
the atmosphere and the time
by escalating a smell of lime.
I peek through your blazing eyes
resembling two suns in a sky,
laying aromatic kisses
gently upon your lips,
then we grasp eachother's hands
to form a world of cream.
cradling your precious soul
softly as we start to dream.