Do Your Kisses Burn?

By Layla

Do your kisses burn?

Are they hot enough to melt ice, to sear flesh?

Do they smolder like your eyes when you look at me?

Is your touch hot?

Do your strong hands contain such power even without the flames?

Do they match the fire of your heart?

Would your powerful arms crush me?

You may not be as strong as the one I loved, but I see your strength with their every ripple and flex.

Though you are a raging inferno given flesh, I feel a chill go up my spine whenever you look at me.

I can feel your eyes even when I do not see you.

Is this how your father met your mother?

Was he also so powerful…so entrancing…did he see something he wanted and take it?

Did he win her with unexpected charm and gentleness that was as natural as breathing?

Did she conquer him…tame the beast for a time?

I do not know about your father, but I know about you.

You are wild. You will never be tamed…nor should you be.

I thought I was the rebel, but you showed me that I did not know the meaning of the word.

I thought I knew love, but you showed me I had no concept of it.

I never understood all the songs that combined love with fire, but you taught me their meaning.

I do know the ways of nature. I see them manifest in you.

Fire is a part of nature.

It is the great cleanser that wipes away old growth to make way for the new, to bring in a time of birth and renewal.

Just as your fire has cleared the old growth from my heart and mind and made me see things in a new way.

You also used your fire to plant something new in me.

Love.

Not the quiet, slow sameness of the love I thought I had, but the wild, strong and passionate love that I sense in you.

I sense the volcano within you. On the outside you are quiet, almost sullen.

On the inside you seethe and boil, ready to erupt at any moment.

Such passion. Such power.

I am drawn like a moth to your flame.

Will I be burned to ashes like the moth?

Will I find warmth and light, protection from the cold and darkness of the world?

Do your kisses burn?

I hunger to know.

And one day I will.