Ojo Caliente

Iron water mistress
and her velvet caress.
She surrenders willingly,
transforming
from water to steam,
arms spreading open,
becoming the night,
with its stiletto heal stars
burning hot white.

I roll within her embrace,
as she rolls into the sky,
both twisting
in places where we cannot survive.
She surrenders 
in the cool
current of wind,
her once white coils
now nothing,
gone from within.
I want to surrender
as my lips part to kiss, 
but I am not her,
and she is not me,
I cannot go so willingly.