If flame and rain could meet without destruction
And be framed in a sphere of glass
The sight would be too much to comprehend
Just Like when eye meets eye and I’m
Sucked into a gallery of awe and wonder
Content to remain forever
Hues of honey and crimson flood my veins
So strong that their colors turn inside out
Small mountains of skin rise to the occasion
Exposing their desire for your attention
Exploring the bounds of my being
Only yields confusion as I find
The edges are intertwined
Lone or United
Collision or coalescence
The painting is the same
A masterpiece of two creators