I drink your eyes; They drown me as I drink. My catch-breath heart Begins to twirl and sink. The blood-fire dance begins, In tempest-touch we mesh. Your flaming fingertips Caress my fire-flesh. I drink your eyes; In drunken love I sway. Our bodies share The clamor of the clay; And, like a butterfly, I'm pinned beneath your gaze. I reach to touch your mouth, And all my senses blaze. Bridge: Flash-paper song, Born of the skin, Sings to the soul Sighing within. Flash-paper peak, Lost in a cry, Burning to live; Learning to die. I drink your eyes In after-golden-glow. The blood-fire cools. The dance begins to slow. It does not end at all: Your eyes fill for my thirst. Each tempest-touch and kiss Is like the very first. I cup your face. My mouth to lash-brim flies. The timeless dance begin. I drink your eyes.