Fuse

A soft orange glaze glistens
Off that cool silver pallet, a helmet 
Shunned to the corner. 
Like a tanker on the lip of the world
Caught between a waking sun
And a grey sleeping sea. 

Littered on the floor are pieces of armor, 
Scales he shed as he stumbled 
Through the door.
And I lay with my sleeping soldier,
The rim of a rugged jaw 
Outlined in gold,
The mark of God's pen,
From the light of the fire.
It hisses the moment our
Lips fuse.

It hisses the moment
Our lips fuse—
melt into one another—
As mine wrap around his 
Tenderly. 
The tongue of neon blue flame 
Merges with the alien red 
And a flash of topaz lights up the room 
unfurling a brilliant sweep
Across our worlds 
As if ignited 
The moment our hearts fuse.  

The moment our hearts fuse,
My soul burns with a
 song for my sleeping soldier 
Our fingers interlocked 
Hands kneaded together in unity,
Lone mavericks finally at peace 
In the night,
Our existence dancing round and round 
Like pixie snowflakes in the wind outside,
And colliding, sinking, blending 
Rising up an angel of our being 
When they fuse. 

Rising up an angel of our being
When we fuse,
He will go forth,
And that's when I will retrieve
The discarded  helmet in the corner,
Protect my soldier
While he wields our sword.
And my love will be his aegis
And his love will be the fuel  
For the good, good fight. 
And our love welded together 
Will be the purpose. 
But now I lay with my sleeping soldier,
A soft orange glaze glistens off his cool 
Dark eyes 
As they gaze at me like a waking sun 
When it kisses a sweet sleeping sea.
Me drifting away on his chest
Into that euphoric abyss, 
And joy the only thing caught between 
Our lips
As they fuse.