I love it when I learn a new word

cerulean

Just had to google it ;-)

Beyond that little gem of a gift of a word. I really like the feel and flow of this poem.

Wider, deeper than cerulean skies,
a heart pulsing with fire of this life.
Forest fires kindle
much slower than this
a touch becomes tales
and magic, a kiss.

Particularly love these lines for the way you link the internal and external imagery seamlessly (with the heart pulsing with fire to forest fire), leading us to the conclusion of a lovers passion racing quicker than those external infernos.

Fantastic stuff @wandrnrose7 :-)