Since I was a young child,
filled with nighttime fears
of monsters under beds
and creatures hiding in closets,
I avoid
looking
  in
   mirrors
    because
     one
      time
       my
        reflection
         looked
          back.

sometimes what I feel for you
tattoos
a rhythm in my
b o n e s.
sometimes it breaks my heart
into
thousands of tiny
*******
p i e c e s.

We clash like fire and ice,
one burns hot,
the other cold,
and in the face of our fury,
a beautiful nightmare
is born.

You melt me slowly,
I cool you quickly.
We come together
to view the destruction
our love has wrought,
a rescue team that wades
through the broken
furniture and picks up the
pieces.

We put them back together
with glue,
hands nicked
and hearts sore.
But in the end, when all is said
and done,
we find each other
again.

I am burning up
like a dying star
from the inside
out,
going supernova
as I am hopelessly
devoured
by the raging
fire
that lays in your
heart.

Your kisses
are smoke
that fill my
blackened lungs
and choke
the air
from my throat.

Your touch sears
flesh from bone,
flaying
me open
and branding
an indelible mark
on my
soul.

Consume
everything
that I am,
W I L D F I R E.