I love you,
in your graying labyrinth
where the passion melts off your body,
dripping onto my unconscious pores
like honey.
You spark me into a flame.
Your cigarettes unfurl like opening flowers that grow and grace the ceiling,
smoke slipping down to settle on my hair
to wash the color out.
Settling on my thoughts,
in high, feverish intensity
when the black-and-white film frames your face.
Ecstasy.

Sometimes I stay the night and my soul gets dark,
close together, now
your heart rapidly beats and repeats.
This is a shiver.

I love you,
I love you where you turn the lights low
to hide yourself.
I love you, still.

My euphoria passes the medium,
across your ocean towards no shore
where I can see myself swim in the swirls of your eyes.
Blue,
even if they always looked brown
to me.
Only me.

The heat settles when night falls here,
My eyes grow tired
and relax to your chest.
Here, I love you.

The smoky haze wraps a smoldering, silver dragon around us,
as the grandest stars look at me through your eyes
and our universes clash in their meeting.
And as I love you,
the waves crash against the shore
and kiss you with each pull of the velvet moon.
And it is here, that I love you.