Zero Gravity

Have you ever seen fire in zero gravity? Such beauty, like liquid, it flows and flows, Filling all that it touches, each contour and cavity, Sheathing, engulfing all as it goes. My love is a fire in zero gravity, Blessed with a power of conflagration, Healing, caressing, absolved of depravity, A volcanic saint of holy salvation. My love is a fire in zero gravity, Untamed and abandoned, erotic it burned, An unrivalled body heat thermos fatality, Flame of pure passion rejected and spurned. My love is a fire in zero gravity, Searing and searching, blazing a trail, Blue tongues that flicker in empty totality, Orange then scarlet, vivid then pale. My love is a fire in zero gravity, Raging and surging with nothing to do, Dying in vacuums of cold, hard reality, Quenched and contained and extinguished by you.