Incense

You burn your incense like a gold filament.
You wave its golden smoke under my nose.
Your golden scent is the best and worst sensation
As around my body its swirling invitation goes.
You smell too good to turn away,
So in the burner your incense will stay.

You wear your clothing like silver thread.
You brush its shiny warmth against my skin.
Your silver body is too beautiful and awful
As around my body its sparkling arms spin.
You look too good to turn away
So against my heart your clothing will stay.

You lick your lips like a mouth of bronze.
You brush their smooth richness across my cheek.
Your light, warm kiss is too sweet and bitter
As around me visions of love softly speak.
You taste too good to turn away.
So in our kiss your lips will stay.

You open your heart like a treasure chest.
You place its precious gifts in my open hands.
Your bronze, silver, and gold both heal and hurt
As you speak to me of true love's plans
You love too good to turn away
So in my hands your heart will stay.