Your history flows freely:

a gently bubbling shower massage;

effervescent revelations of sweetness,

moist longings and caustic bitterness.

They twirl and coil,

these memories of your considerable passion.

My acceptance of one entices another

and another and with each a glance

from gleaming eyes, demure and measuring,

wondering at my salient calm.

I wonder: how close can I linger,

how long can I sooth and be soothed

before my dusty wings explode in flame?