Infatuation

[billy]

This look causes thirst,
the possibility of wanting,
this shiver, this melting
trail of ice cubes,
a slow drag
on your cigarette.
This desire: nature’s
airbrush softening the edges
inside a pale amber glow
like a fine mist
of honey.
This look that caresses
what can’t be seen,
that causes heat
to rise like steam,
making embers dance
across the nighttime sky
in that one precise moment
of dying perfection.

"this" sort of confuses me, i just get the feeling that the "this" applies to both of you but i'm not sure.

lots to like about this one todd. some good lines;
i've made bold the ones that really hit. maybe "pale amber glow" feels a bit cliché but it really isn't noticeable. the poem has great flow. the last line works though for me would work better with something else instead of perfect. some good images that make the reader feel an underlying need for some kind of physicality, even if it's only a fantasy kind of touching.

"night-time or night time" (i think)

thanks for the read as always