Passionate Souls

Crazy

Crazy
    little moments,
caught
   in the sand-

hours filled
   with nothing more,
than the touch
      of the other's hand

while crackling
      surrounds us,
   and flames lick the air,

where the solitude
      could consume us,
within it's jealous glare,

and we�d lay
      each other down,

over
    the night
          chilled
                 earth,

only
     to make it
hotter,
than the sun's
       beating worth.