I get lost in your words as I read them
Each a fingertip of red phosphorus
Dragging across my potassium chlorate and sulfur skin
Their heat and friction releasing smoky tendrils
Hanging in air like my breath, ever so faint
They spark and traverse the distance between us
Faster than a hint of a thought, igniting my form
Together we light the bonfire of desire
That will consume us down to embers