If it pleases you to play in the ashes from the love
that you burn, light your fire.
Ignite my bones.
I'll rise up from the flame of the phoenix we created
leaving the ashes we yearn to bathe in.
Breathe me in, steal the wind from my left side
conceal me from my own oxygen.
Remind me how much i like the taste of air.
Mismatch my insides and outsides
when I inhale your bitter air because I can't find my own
and trap me inside the strangeness of my existence
because the careless mixture of of everything I want to know
merely doesn't exist.