"so shot forth upon burning in the fires of her"

bound, so confined, down within this old jar,
so I sit, sit in peace, yet sit I still require,
require long the views of joy, the love oh so far,
held far beyond my grasp, I sturdy in this mire.

in glass cage of fogged desires, steamed sit I,
the remnants of a burst felt high, leftover bits,
orbs a shimering glare of lust, blueish eyes,
seeking no rest, only the picture view knits.

many a picture, many a time, all passed unforgotten,
each a brilliant sea of color wrapped around memory,
placed inside the flesh left behind, forged spotted,
dashed and checkered with the warmth of one soul.

the love, my dear I so departed, once my eyes flew,
straight up and out my sockets, as if rockets,
so heated and ignited, even in death I sat a new,
a fresh state of true joy, beggar now full pocketed.

my eyes still hold my logic, still hear my world,
they still view her beauty so inside me, so lost,
down deep into their core, melted in by the heat,
baked by the fires of my other, my one true friend.

once my body ignited, fully burning from her suns,
my essense shifted into what was left, what shot forth,
those little balls of nerves and juice, my visionary run,
without them I on tight leash, still in jar now I chained.

her warmth burned me with pleasure, and burned me up,
burned me to ashes, yet my eyes so flew were found,
picked up by her and put in this jar, my home now kept,
I feel her gaze every day as her mine, as odd as that sounds.

in time I learned to cope with my new state, I was with her still,
my choice I know it was to stay in these bulbs of ivory and enjoy,
enjoy a life simple, yet full of views so bright, my strong will,
my love of being in her presense, being the force of which I employ.

I remember our time, and watch onward as more crawls by slow,
for time in a jar, an oversized bottle, flows slow indeed,
more time placed down on waiting for events to occur, to know,
just how my future runs along, how hers, yet still I feel need.

I need to be near her, to feel her utter warmth bubble the liquid,
to feel her gaze into my pupils, looking into my waiting soul,
waiting for the time I can once more be roasted, again be fried,
heated by her touch, renewed by her love, oneday perhaps, someday.