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.