Waterfall Of Lust

So I now slowly retreat from the closed door of desire
yet nothing seems to be able to extinguish this fire.
Crayons in sixty-four colors dissolving before me,
wax burning with intense desire for only thee.
The wax master alive with his creativity
molding his scenes in sensitivity
as my desire tries to flee.

My hands held out in sorrow for my weakness
a vision of a rainbow dancing within me,
the tears of rain a waterfall of lust
given for a colorful personality
that without even a touch
ignited the flames
of my desire.