Affectionate flames.
Licking up at your ankles,
Flowing through your veins.
Playing with fire,
Lapping at your fingertips,
Swishing past your eyelids.
Stroke the burn until you’re scorched,
Float your fingers through the heat.
Feel it breeze past your thoughts
And entangle in your personality.
Who needs to be a human?
Who needs help existing?
When one is alive,
One is a flame.
Feed the flame,
Care for it,
Kindle and rekindle
Until your hands are calloused
And black.
Pet the flare,
Until you can no longer feel.
Love the fire,
Before it causes you to cease.
For a peculiar thing,
When one plays with fire,
Fire always wins.