Inside the Furnace

Heat, sweat, and fire

All of these are mere illusions

The only truth is you

An amalgamation of all three

A volcano erupts,

And countless billabongs begin overflowing

Your eyes, colder than a winter rainfall

Nakedness remains the only truth

As sweat rolls down my forehead,

it moistens your cheeks

Fire and water collide, to give rise to steam

An effigy of wax melts, as soon as it is touched

A touch full of ardour, lust, and exuberance

Arms wrapped around

A mystic smell ornamenting your body

Like morning dew on leaves

Your arms and legs wrapped around me,

Like thick blankets made of snow

I can feel your long legs overpowering me

A few customary murmurs going past our lips

The navel on your stomach,

No less than a sleeping cyclone

And those breasts,

Just like the Andes

I have seen you naked

Not just the flesh, not just the curves,

and not just the scars on your body

But all that lies within

Insecurities, vulnerability, and anger

I know of the memories that haunt you

Of the dark chambers you’ve been through

And, of the tribulations, you hide (try to)

Behind those gleaming eyes

As the heavens give a thunderclap

Then begins a downpour

You are like thunder, I am like lightning

Both of us collapse, much like a house on fire

And melt away in each other’s arms

Like a lump of sugar melts away in a child’s mouth...