Azure Compliance

My skin's on fire in pouring rain-
Dare I say I seem the same?
An ocean, to marvel- the whites of my eyes.
The moon breathes azure compliance to life.

These foamy rapids pour from my lashes,
A sound like thunderclaps, on white satin crashes.
Heart blooming like petals on summer winds,
Mending the flesh of a man who pretends.

Doves in the afterglow of a passing galaxy,
Dare I stop to breathe in starlit agony?
Morning arises, bringing sleepy sunbeams;
A desert gifted with loud crystal streams.

My skin's on fire but I feel no pain.
Dare I say I seemed to change?