We were brilliant:
The same way a lit match hits oil,
Bright, dangerous, -- fleeting.
You consumed me,
Hungrily,
Intensely.
I was kindling underneath your fingertips:
Fragile and ready to be devoured.
I found pleasure in the pain,
Loving the way your heat seared my flesh,
Every kiss laced with gasoline,
My head made dizzy by your smoke.
You were gone as quickly as you came:
With nothing but a shower of sparks to show for it.
But that's the thing with fire --
At the end of it,
All you're left with is ash.