The warmth of you turns me into a mess,
Overwhelmed and breathless at your touch.
There's no one else who burns me, I confess.
You are the king of night and day; as such
You shall command me, come or go, for you.
You take the flames and kindle them anew.
Safe and warm within your arms I rest.
The depth of us remains, then, unexpressed.
postscript
Indriso for DFC day 19. For my husband. [link]