Within your gaze, a dawn begins to break,
A hidden fire beneath the veneer of snow.
Our bated breaths a sudden rhythm make,
As all the world dissolves in passion’s glow.
The air between us trembles, thick and sweet,
A thundercloud before the lightnings meet;
Your touch, a spark that bids my reason retreat,
Leaves my poor heart in delirious defeat.
It is a swoon, a vertigo so deep,
Where spirits melt in fever’s wild embrace.
Through mystic alchemy, we wake from sleep,
Reflecting desires that time cannot erase.
No word is spoken, silence holds the sway,
Charged with the lightning of a storm unseen.
In this flesh temple where the shadows play,
I burn to know where your desires have been.
This piece explores the paradox of ‘burning ice’—that moment when outward composure is shattered by internal intensity. It speaks to the universal experience of magnetic attraction, where the connection transcends the physical to become something almost spiritual and overwhelmingly urgent.
