As I hesitate in the doorway,
You impale me with your
Skin like the summer sun,
Penetrating my brain with
Shafts of molten of bronze;
An aching sunburn headache.
Were you to raise your careless arm
Unveil your eyes of blistering brown
I may wither, as a greenhouse flower, beneath
Your scorching desert gaze, longing
Heedlessly for your perilous warmth.