The sheets are burning
and the floors
charred black.
Flames are crawling
up the mattress
across the walls
and into the
sky.
The ashes
of love
pile
up
below.
We are on
fire
and our
skin
sparks and ignites
when it touches.
We’ll char
these floors
we’ll ignite
these walls
and these sheets
will turn
to blowing ash
and melting
sorrow.
Touch me
now
and feel the
searing
scorch
and the
singing of the
flames.
We are
on fire
and nothing
can put
us
out.