Bonfire Love

I want to feel your hipbones
on mine, until it hurts. 

I want to feel our souls burning

together, violently collapsing

into soft folds of ourselves,

the way air does in a bonfire,

then drifting off as pieces of serene brightness

into the blurred black of night. 

 

I want your lips to feel mine 

as a piece of themselves,

Your hands to feel my fingertips,

as shadow phantom limbs.

I need your heart

to be hungry, to consume 

bone and sinew right down

to the last drop of quivering. 

 

I need your words to soothe

the empty spaces of my ribcage. 

Your gaze to radiate me golden-

brown from the inside out. 

I need to sink into the cool depths

of your personhood, as you

sink into mine; to wilt to ashes

then grow anew.