Wedding poem

YELLOW

Sometimes the constant glow of your affection,

like embers catching a wind,

starts a fire in your eyes.

Then I can feel that heat

pouring out of your eyes into mine.

I am drawn to it ‑ irresistibly,

out of the bitter cold of my long night

I come reaching for your fire

stretching out my arms to caress that heat.

It pours, first into my hands, then my arms,

and now my face, which glows

Eagerly I strip off my winter clothes

and bathe in your fire.

I find myself alight now

burning hot within your arms;

I twist and turn and there is no way out

I am held, willingly, within your fire

dancing as it consumes me.

Even the cold hard metal of my soul glows yellow,

and then melts, here.

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