Incense burner

Can you see me
in the periphery
or does your vision
become blurred?

But I know you hear
the word
winged on the wind
blown from my lips
and kissed by fire.

I taste you on the tips
where
every madness known
slips away and
the night
swings too
swiftly into day.

and
I see you clearly
when
hearing your words
nearly sends me
crazy with desire
kissed by the fire
again.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.