Momentary

I love the way you touch me,

Like molten lava to bare skin,

I love the way you melt with me,

I can’t tell where I end or begin,

I hate the way you cool down,

And your hands will turn to stone,

I hate the way we’re destined to leave,

And ponder things we’ll never know.

Just for a single moment,

No more mirrors and smoke,

Just for five more minutes,

I’m asking you not to go.