I burn with every thought,
           Slowly my fingers reduce to ash,
                      I place them on my beating heart.
                                            With it I paint a picture,
                The sands of flesh every which way,
          Caressed over my roaring chest.    
      I can no longer.
I have no more to give,
      No more for you to take,
         I am half of what I once was.
            Letter by letter,
            Shoulder to shoulder,
          Your name is etched.
        And when I heal,
     It will forever say
   I’m yours,
Yours to burn once again.