We left our love in our coat pockets
Hanging by the door
We couldn't carry any more
Our hearts singing
Like boiling kettles
Our words spill out
Like a pot overflowing
We can't control, falling fast
Overheated by the flame that is our pulse
Quickening, we've lost the rythm
As I lose myself in your face
Engulfed by the abyss of your pupils
Fleeing with our hearts
Racing in our chests
Like drunken drivers, behind the wheel
Our minds inebriated, confused
Not with liquor but with life
Too much, too fast
I fumble for my keys
But we're already inside
And I don't ever want to leave.

Considering changing it from 'the flame that is our pulse' to 'the flame that is our passion'. Opinions?