The fire in my thoughts
Has finally escaped my head
The heat on my face makes me smile
My skin reflecting yellow and red
The flames crawl across everything
Fueling my desire to see more
I wait breathlessly
Shivering to my core
Charring the wood
Curling the paper
There’s no one to interrupt my worship
It’s the perfect caper
The heat pops something in the flames
I throw my head back and howl
My primal spirit taking over
I rip off my shirt, I yell, I growl
Burn it down
It feels so good
Not even sex was so awesome
As watching the flames eat at this house of wood
Of the old weathered boards
There is no more
Nothing stands
Just glowing embers on the moor
I click the warm metal lighter in my pocket
And I know that this wasn’t enough
I’ll have to let the fire out again
To consume and change stuff
I turn and walk towards home
Holding my fire maker tightly
A smile playing on my flushed face
My feet skipping lightly
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