Consumption

With his touch he consumes me
He envelops me with his kiss
And when I am in his arms of strength
I am weakened by what they bring to my heart
Complete captivity
Captivity that is but as sweet as the smell of roses

With his laugh he consumes me
That cross between man and child
Strong yet innocent
And when he laughs that laugh of ease
I am compelled to let the one called smile run free across my lips

Like a fire he burns up my pain
And I succumb to his consuming way of love