There’s a fire that burns

Deep inside for you, thus yearns

The depth of which only oceans

And forest dark sway in motion

Under the cover of misty night

Lit by stars, fireflies, and the sprites

I lay with you under the tides

Leaving stallions to beckon and ride

On the horizon, golden sun burnt red

Carves a day above you from a thread

As the day climbs the passion mounts

                         This moment’s churned

Like hot coals in my belly, I quiver and burn

Deeper inside I melt and froth implodes and disappear

Into a forest, there explodes a thought gently pulled to tears.