Poetry: Burning Love

Days of  

blue, red, white, yellow, 

purple, pink, 

and grey.

Life continues to grab hold,

with so much energy.

Possible is possible 

running my fingers over 

the linings of her heart. 

Sending electrical currents;

waking my 

nervous 

system. 

A magical collaboration 

of energy.

By plugging my fingers 

into her heart sockets.

The realm of infinite love appears, 

with flashes 

of life. 

To run wild and free 

inside her heart, 

turns to the heaviest of pressures 

to be loved by her. 

Stronger than times 

of enemy 

gunfire 

and 

rockets. 

A sense of accountability 

crosses, loops, twists, and pulls 

on my arms.

As jolts of electricity 

surge through my veins.

No longer an addict to lust,  

now addicted to her love.

An overdose of pleasure. 

No drug on the market brings the same potency, 

one touch of her lips,  

feels of flames fueled by burning love.