Our bliss, Our entrance Into secrets untold by the firelight, Raining down your back Are my words that do not fade Like that of the sparks upon the rising tendrils Of flame. Let a burn capture the highlights Upon your cheeks, As the stare of your eyes Allows radiance to grow greater than the sun While it wallows in the shallows of any lake In this deathly world. Why not be embraced, in these wide arms That seek to unfold you Upon the rug of your choosing. I believe, With a face that smiles near as the Earth can curve By your form that holds the same shapes, That I can open you like a book Of only two pages. For I hold you in halves, Wilted of all images I've come to see Have made it past the bliss Into the sundering skies That receive all nearby cries. You are as beautiful As everything I've ever admired.