If My Mind Was a Fire

If my mind was a fire, I might set up the camping chairs  and make s’mores, might stare into the flames and get lost in a history of campfires, or I might let my candles  burn themselves to oblivion. 

Thoughts Like Balloons

Do thoughts of me caress your mind like fingers running  through your hair? Because thoughts of you  swell in my mind expanding like balloons and popping under the prick  of a single pin.

Warm My Blood

I let you flood my mind because thoughts of you  warm my blood.