Sacrifice/ In The Wake Of Dreams Poem by Kewayne Wadley

At the end of each day, I die. Regretlessly.
Soon reborn by the touch of your lips
As eyes close.
The gift of being reborn at the sight of your constellation. The many pieces of yourself that you give willingly.
The many imprints of hearts desire made fresh,
Selfless to this desire, I wake with the very thought of you.
Baptised by the depth of your kiss.
I am emerged in the very essence.
Bathing in thought.
I have surrendered at your hearts will.
Under the bright lit stars that are your eyes.
Mere traces of the blush of cheeks.
Burning bright somewhere in the atmosphere.