Lit

I once watched an airplane taking off at night into a low overcast.

The lowest billows glowed a faint orange, reflecting the city lights,

but the plane, its lights blazing, illuminated one spot bright white;

the spot it disappeared into a moment later, swallowed by the murk,

its light flaring and briefly making the cloud glow from within.

So, you, now.

Your body glowing a faint orange in the candlelight.

My eyes blaze, illuminating in my mind one bright spot;

the spot I will disappear into in one moment, swallowed by your heat,

our light flaring, making the two of us glow from within.