I have never loved out loud.
Afraid that I will speak into existence
All of my fears,
And shatter the reflection I've come to know.

These words, caught on my tongue,
Could tear every stitch I have woven into this tapestry
With such pinpoint precision.
You could unravel me with your breath.

My lips flint and steel, your gaze a catalyst
For my words:
My body is a temple in flames,
I am the arsonist.

A guiding hand may slip:
Armed with a chisel, you could
Destroy this person I have sculpted from the ashes
Which land like snowflakes on my skin.

My God,
I have never felt this way before -
A violent, all-consuming fire.
Extinguish me, leave me in ruins.
The brush of a hand could set you alight.