you are bubbles of forgotten laughter in my
chest, a dormant volcano’s eruption on my skin, a warm summer breeze at the nape of my neck. that tickling feeling.
where you touch, wildflowers grow
while sparks alight.

you make me feel alive.
your arms, a home big enough I can take shelter in

if I am your match,
then you are the wildfire spreading inch by inch underneath my skin.

burn with me.

I am ignited at the thought of you.
lava pools at my toes
as you slowly engulf me,
for if I am to be burned
then do it slowly.
so we may hold hands as we walk through the fire.