Scorch

To strive again,

further,

deeper,

trying to splash and spill you

onto the page,

capture an

angelic nebulous

expression of a soul,

I could never

quite manage it

so I hinted around and about you,

then waltzed

straight through you

into the midnight

holding you in my head.

And sometimes you

pray weeping to the heavens

‘please don’t take him

from me’ and

the gods of war and water

refuse,

take him anyway, and

you spend your days

staring out the window

hoping for rain

on a Sunday morning

that might turn

into snow

and listening to that one song

over and over

cause it makes you feel sexy and alive

even just for a moment. 

And with death starting fires

inside my house,

my instinct was not

to jump from the rafters,

howling like a fucking banshee

all the way down,

instead,

to sizzle,

scorch burns

on my skin,

fire staining my tongues delight,

I danced with your spirit,

and kissed your mouth

down to your neck

until the moans and shivers

reached the fucking moon

and back.