We collide on purpose
not our own
leaping
into orange.
Then I am red
and you are yellow
circling
a solitary fever.
We make
rings of fire
in dim spaces
stroking time
Where I am red
And you are yellow
And when we meet
We set ourselves on fire.
-Fran Ng
I like the poem for its fiery message, an exchange of heat creating fire. This is not only sex but also love that entails sex.
