Magically Crafted

Embers smolder
Within eyes tasting
Darkness.

Molded, shaped
To perfection-
My heart becomes
Flames around the
Hell devouring us.

He's a shadow painter.

Tracing love with fingertips
Upon a bewitching hour,
Sundown mating with sunrise.

He comes to call upon my
Last breath, final exhale,
Giving in eternally-

Becoming magically crafted,
Lover of burning flames.