Well, I've been coughing fires again.
Scorched the forest and frightened the owls from their burrows---
they fly across the sky like rushing stars.
And the deer, like schools of fish, scatter between the melting trees,
as waves of fire swallow the space behind them.
This is destruction.
Love is destruction.
I don't want to destroy anymore.
But you kiss me, and my heart ignites,
followed by a warm tickle in my throat.
Oh god.
Small sparks escape my mouth,
and float up to the sky like paper lanterns.
“Don’t you dare,” I tell myself.
But the coughing starts again,
and you disappear into the flames---
as I expel them from my lungs.