Rainbow of Desire

Over and over, I rise up, Up, UP!
like a phoenix from my own ashes
to live again, drenched in misery,
until I am once more consumed by FIRE.
Fire, fluid as molten lava
giving birth to islands of you
smouldering, steamy in my turbulent seas.
There are no depths
two fingers can't reach,
no heights beyond my climactic
rainbow of desire.
And you, you are both
the pot of gold and the leprechaun.
I have waited all my life for you.
Just as a helpless, newborn infant
waits for its mother's breast.
You offer yourself freely,
like a concert in the park,
and I partake of you, I drink you in.
Your sweetness dances on my tongue,
soothing the burn from my too-hot coffee.
Alas, I should have used the half-and-half!