things I have been thinking about

Sealed

Left out in the cold night air,
your deepest dream will fly to the closest steam,
the warmest breath,
the hottest mind.
When your dream reaches that reddened soul,
it clenches the intensity of the other,
and it adheres, attaches,
mends, blends,
like iron to coal.
The beauty the two creates might be real,
might not,
but they will always be sealed,
like you and I are now.