when we touch i get a contact high
the strength of an overdose

She is filled with a fire
burning all of her desire

Kept alive those flames
Remembering alltheir names

This volcano will erupt soon
Turning the world into a ruin

out of the window
heat merged in white
and there’s nothing I want
the world to supply
or take from me now
I’ve opened my eyes

     she locks the door
     and knows the way she’s moving
     and we both know this is all
     that’s keeping us from leaving
     as we go down to the floor

           (now I see, as it gets dark
            and she’s away, I’m in the room,
            there’s nothing here of what was then
            except these facts I’ve placed in lines
            and keeping hold of what we’ve had; and her return
            and only that)

there’s nothing that I care for
but resumption of these feelings
and will throw the things I promised
far from any stretch of reason

and let them be discovered
by whoever wants to see them
burning
and broke open
as I listen to her breathing

You can either feel the coldness
of my words of ice
slipping through
these snow white pages
or feel my burning chest
melting the frozen stare
you're holding.

To both crave and hate touch
I find this too much,
it’s a cloud sitting over my mind;
a sensation I can’t unwind;
a binding I can’t unbind.

I can dream of the heat,
but can’t seem to repeat
the same urges whilst I lie awake;
each time feels unbearably fake;
I give so much more than I take.