I was covered in gasoline
And with the ghost of a smirk playing on on your lips,
You dropped a lit match and set me aflame.

Thick black smoke swallowed me whole
And I felt your fingers dancing across my skin,
searing a path across my body.
I can't see the difference between pain and ecstasy,
(maybe there isn't one at all)
But I can't think of a more violent ecstasy
Or a more pleasurable pain than you--
the beginning to my end.

All that's left to you now is cinder, ash,
And a whispered "I think I love you..."

The ecstasy
exploded
within her.
She wanted to laugh,
to cry,
to scream out loud
At this perfect moment
of ******;
she was whole,
she was alive—
It no longer mattered
If her eyes were
open
or
closed.

O the sorrows we ourselves do make,
Burnished in a flowery eye,
Airy thoughts compounding in flight,
Such as faulty newborn words,
Misremembered in a song.

O how in youth we do in this conspire,                                                        ­
With hairs and vows to bend sparkle,
The first meetings of misty lovers,
Pursed by vacant lots under moon,
With white hearts beating down.

In early spring there are jewels in the eyes
And skins of gold that cover the soul,
Fabrics of light and treasures of gem,
Every day bold promise renewed
And the sun rejoices in truth.

How simple wishes are purely squandered,    
By the very doings we make done,
As time breaks forever leaving,
Such sorrows we ourselves do take,
For keepsakes boxed in tin.

O the sorrows we ourselves do make,
Burnished in a flowery eye,
Airy thoughts compounding in flight,
Such as faulty newborn words,
Misremembered in a song.

O how in youth we do in this conspire,
With hairs and vows to bend sparkle,
The first meetings of misty lovers,
Pursed by vacant lots under moon,
With white hearts beating down.

In early spring there are jewels in the eyes
And skins of gold that cover the soul,
Fabrics of light and treasures of gem,
Every day bold promise renewed
And the sun rejoices in truth.

How simple wishes are purely squandered,    
By the very doings we make done,
As time breaks forever leaving,
Such sorrows we ourselves do take,
For keepsakes boxed in tin.

When you touch,
It is withholding.
When you moan,
It is suffering.
When you smile,                                                    
It is mercy.
When you laugh,
I am placated.
When you swoon,
I am not there.
When you vibrate,
I only witness.
When you taste,
I only imagine.
When you love,
I am unknown.

When you sleep,
I do not exist.
When you wake,
I am in dream.
When you cry,
It is like beauty.
When you leave,
There is desolation.
When you arrive,
The lost are found.
When you pray,
The birds take wing.
When you dance,
The world opens.
When you break,
I am complete.

Lost shells, endless beach,
Waves wafting, breaking, quaking,
Made love by the sea.