Instead of your eyes, I see only warmth,
I feel only heat from the heart that you hold.
Inside those great pools of a deep, liquid hearth,
My own eyes seek shelter from the cruel in the world.
Instead of your lips, I see only my future,
All the stories ready to spill from your mouth, they unravel.
There it holds the embers of a pink, raging fire,
There it holds me, hypnotic and fragile.