You Melt Me
by Imogen Ellis Smith
Why am I not afraid of your perfection?
I did not seek for it,
it landed before me in a beautiful shape,
and that is you.
You destroy the doorway
when you enter the room,
I close it behind you quickly.
Everyday you melt my insides,
like burning a burning candle,
dreaming hot, purple passion
from the flowers in my name.
The way the swirling greens lock into me,
soft dizzy warmth.
Your lips I steal,
kisses folding together,
sharpening the pace,
as the infinite flicks through us.
We cannot be closer together,
unless burning wax folds our bodies.
... Please bring this liquid state,
dropped from a candle in the darkness.
...dropped from a candle in the darkness.