Variant!

He is so cold

Touching him is

Like opening coffers

Cold sweat drips of skin

I get feverish afterwards

Watch strange dreams

 Unfinished business

repetitive Boomerang 

In- terminus actions 

There's no love left in him

He is a hero of the past

Belongs to a different time zone

 I could time travel 

To meet him in his youth

That bountiful bubbly hue

Like sunshine through the steam

Or through prisms of raindrops

My long hair spread all over 

We discuss arts and poetics

While reclining in each other

We would tour the worlds

I would be a part of his adventures

He would be my adventure

 Still is, but he has lost his touch

Just need butterflies

To suck nectar from his flower

Though there is none left

Together we traveled to a different world, heaven

Romance rules Supreme 

He still is charm personified

The world is our oyster

Flowers reach out to touch him

Magical fruits and ever apples

Mind blowing romanticism 

His words play trick to hearts

Captures the world on his fingertips

He's clandestinely charming

But tact less and not Selfless

I am just a Variant in time log!!