Burn Unit Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I've never been this comfortable.
Not in a long time.
I've never slept this well.
Not in a long time.
To fall asleep listening to the sound of your heart, instead of the sound of the crickets song through the night.
Longing only for someone to hold him close. Whether near or far away. Distance couldn't surpass
The urgency of needing someone near.
A release of the mind as the touch remain slient but speaks loudly. Sexual.
A cry of the heart that moans for the butterfly wings of a paradox that appreciates each moment of your time.
The climax of intellectual eyes.
The relentless foreplay of each look.
The lectures that last for hours on in. Watching you sleep.
A perplexed kiss as our arms embrace each others warmth.
No longer cryptic.
Sips of each other taken from the cup of each others heart.
Overflowing through our fingers as honey.
Chaos of the inferno unleashed by the look of our eyes.
A retained knowledge of the burns given from one another.
As the honey now burns as golden embers
A starvation that exists until the next time I'm in your embrace