Three Elements Of Love

Just a few short moments after making out it's likely time to bicker and shout. The moment I don't hold you, I want to be gone. The moment I wish for you, you are timid and afraid. the moment you are not, I tremble- like some boiling over cooking pot lid. But when making out, there is a quiet moment transparent, like the wick amidst a candle flame that is pure, and passions are achingly fluid lit a hot-scented bed of conspiratorial magic where three-elements-are marinated and happily are married equally together as one.