Your lips sell arson,
fanning flames
a wild fire raging along
a topography of senses.
Bottle rocket sparks in the
flickering grass of a drought
blasted heart.
 
I drink the molotov cocktail
of your hair flowing
through fingers like midnight,
a dark dream engulfing me in a
black blaze.
 
I am incendiary and ready,
a sacrifice for your inferno.

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