Quenched

Flavor my lips, with a lover’s quarrel

Siphon our bubbles, watch our hearts burden, then burst

And have our dream collect the seams

Feel the demands, of our bodies’ souls inflamed, one with the elements we are, bending fire at will, and within us. Let me bend to you, and bend to me alike, for we talk in emotion. We are fluent there. We are one in emotions.