Hands bloodstained, that's what I get for touching sunsets. "Too fond of flames" but you're so addictive. Sunlight emits from your every crevice and pour and your touch leaves tree rings on my skin, studying it is like dendrochronology, so intricate.
Then I realized your flame diminished for me over time. My fingers that ran over you came up black. That's what happens when you touch ash and now your touch leaves a mere fog on my skin, I guess that's what happens when we burn fast and bright.