burning

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 you 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.

painting by Jel Ena