we could be

a prayer written in the beauty of burning

i wait for you 
to come home 
like my anticipation alone is enough 
to will you through the door. 

i tap my fingers 
to a rhythm 
of my creation
and imagine us dancing
under morning's dim light, 
sunbeams painting your face gold
in the early whispers of dawn.

your eternal praise washes over me,
filled with infatuation 
and some deeper connection
so strong 
i could touch 
the tension between us.

i wish 
for your presence 
nightly. 

i’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear,
kiss promises on your skin
watch you come ablaze 
under my touch. 
and if you're the matchbox, 
i'm the match,
burning my brightest when i rub against you.

keep your eyes on me,
filled with 
captivation 
and heat 
that puts Hephaestus to shame.

my desire is endless,
yours is strengthened;
our souls intertwine 
under the universe's watch
filled with longing and 
hunger that devours time itself.

so, whisper to me baby
for we could be cosmic.
you'll leave me fulfilled,
i'll leave you in suspense,
we could be