Cotton and fire III

All the books I’ve read and loved
all the emotions evoked
all the songs of melancholy
all the lines etched in my heart –

all the tears of thousand stars
burning in the vastness
as it dies –

all the thoughts stumbling in my head,
all the darkness and light
all the fears and passions,
and all of my life –

is wrapped in human form,
in you.

I am the cotton to your fire,
and you, the fire to my cotton;

let’s just light the match already,
and hold each other as we burn.