Darling: A poem

I hold you in my heart,
Taking peaks at your haunting eyes,
Like sun shining through the gaps
Of time spent dreaming of you.
Cursing the steps back
But blushing from the sparks
Burning my skin still.
Slowly,
In small doses,
Tanned skin- scarred in the soft light,
The smell of sweet cinnamon.
A melody of whispered admiration,
My heart blooming from the care
Of your honest gaze.
And the record plays,
Over and over-
A voice I'll never forget.
Wrapped up in your arms,
Flames lick and ignite,
Disguised as your rough hands.
We harmonize in a familiar rythym.
And I can't stop smiling,
Becuase I've seen you:
In my wildest dreams.