you are like summer.
those days in which the air is so thick
but no rain comes.

each second, more capable of explosion,
your energy mounts, thick like smoke, spreading over all it can reach.
I cannot breathe.

at night, I watch your burning body take in and release
the oxygen I so desperately need.
night for me is no longer dark, but illuminated
by your hot heart

I imagine the raging fire there, boiling, white hot through your veins.
it comes as no surprise
my presence only fuels you.

you are a star.
I come close and am consumed.