They Melt With All The Gods Poem by Altair Laahad

He wrapped her within his soft breath
that flowed like winds
from a remote paradise

while she tucked him in her bed of roses
where dunes of warmth act
like a fire crafted in the midway
between the kingdom of heaven
and the realm of the hells
conceived to defrost the coolest
and stubbornest iceberg

There, a bird falls from the sky
into the pink flower
that blossoms as a butterfly
fluttering to reach the zenith;
they swirl and twirl and dance
and melt with all the gods

In the meanwhile,
a volcano of pleasure erupts
and disrupts the vision of the earth citizens
who remain behind blind
screens of fear