Incandescence

The heat of desire.

Cool me from these embers.
This crippling fervor.
Your breath is everything but handy,
In this untouchable state.
My longing is agony.
Your river flows past me.
The depth is your mystery to keep.
Just one more flutter,
I think I’ll be dead.
Consumed by your essence.
Intoxicating florals.
I catch hints of their nature,
In breezes off your dress.
Ink and lipstick,
Roses and Dahlias,
Orchids and Pansies.
I am more than enveloped by your garden.
I pray for a breeze,
As I endure this heat.
My sanity melting off my cheeks.