Burn
I am kindling.
You?
My fire.
I ache for your touch.
Ignite yourself in my body,
burn a picture in my mind,
show me something beautiful;
counteract what I feel inside.
Burn me ‘til i’m ash.
I’ll float away in the breeze.
Damage so great,
only the finest eyes can see.
Together we burn,
kindling and fire.
I keep you going,
you aid my expire.
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