Barry Reese – Writer of Badass heroes

The fires of the sun keep rolling through your eyes,
And every time they do, they tear my calm apart,
Leaving bright scars of light across my heart,
Like something beautiful enough to cauterize.

The liquid honey of your lips stays on my tongue,
A sweetness that survives long after you are gone,
The last warm streak of color clinging to the dawn,
A song my body keeps remembering after it’s sung.

There is a hunger in me every time I hear your name,
A restless thing that wakes and starts pacing in my chest,
Refusing every substitute, refusing rest,
Turning ordinary moments feverish with flame.

I want to bury myself inside the desert of your heart,
To lie beneath those endless dunes of heat and gold,
To lose the version of myself I’ve always told,
And let your gravity pull every piece apart.

The world keeps moving, but it blurs when you draw near,
Streetlights melt to rivers, midnight glows like spilled wine,
Every crowded room collapses down to your outline,
And suddenly the only thing I want is here.

Maybe that’s the ache of it—the sweet, relentless need,
The way desire can feel like prayer and crash and storm,
The way your name can make an entire universe reform,
And leave me wanting you more than I know I should.