It is like you are

A dry branch being consumed

By a forest fire

You know, when she wants

steak. You don't eat meat, but you 

still abduct a cow.

Hand him a dagger

and then trust him not to kill

you with it some day

a flower

in it's radiance

begin there

Beneath my face remains

Ghosts as dancers and flower crowns

I'd die for her, then bloom.

Beyond mating call

One to another gives all

Two souls be that One

Endless intentions

Driven by deep desires

Intense thoughts linger

Null state existing

Without joining expression

Entropy zero

it's when just the thought

of being near them makes you

want to be better.