ALCHEMY

To kiss you is to kindle flame and pur-
ify the elixir — which we taste in vain
unless wholeheartedly. I drink again
and yet again, eager to abjure
my former drossy self: candescent joy
floods each cell, flares through every vein
and finally intoxicates the brain.
I feel myself changing from dull alloy
to singing gold whose captured sunlight glows:
sate me with kisses while I metamorphose —
melting, refining, malleable alone
in the fire of your embrace. Now love, hold
me close against you: let passion mould
me to the pattern of you flesh and bone.

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