You are fire;
your flames turn me yellow and I liquefy
I am watching you ooze from within me
You are like goosebumps on a chilly day;
and my soul, like jelly layered on skin
You feel like sweat;
Attempting to go back into pores and I welcome the struggle
You are a hug;
A body crunching mine; coarse, delicious, uninvited, welcome
You are tomorrow;
on days when today is a room full of darkness
You feel like love;
And I have no idea what love feels like.

Image of Shiru | Courtesy of Achoki 

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