yellow

My love for you was a slow burn,

Long-wicked candle,

Matchstick fingers coaxing warm yellow flame,

Flickering in the hollow of my collarbone,

Glinting off your blue eyes.

You were interlocked fingers.

Sunlight blinding through back car windows,

You too champagne bubbly,

Me too cork pop to pause.

You became late night phone calls.

Chest breathing, arms heavy, lips to neck,

Touch soaking embers that grew the fire in my throat

Wax candle dripping onto butterflies in my gut,

Flit-fluttering around my insides with razor-blade wings.

You were midnight rendezvous,

Smiles and kisses through rolled down windows,

Yellow sunflowers on the counter,

Rumpled sheets on the bed.

And I became dying star.

Slowly.

Giving in to finally match supernova hearts,

And I love and hate you for it.