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Ignite


My love, take me into the fire 
And guide me into the flames. 

Clasp my hand
Interlace your fingers with mine
And we will burn together 

Let us savor the sweet pain of ashes 
Let us taste the smoke in the twisting dance of our tongues 
Let us feel together the disintegration of everything that we are 

My love, take me into the fire
And guide me into the flames.

I don't mind the excruciating pain of burning 
As long as I experience it with you

I don't mind my transformation into ashes,
because when the inferno dies down and our hearts and lungs 
intestines and fingernails and teeth are naught but dust, 

We will finally be intertwined. 
Inseparable in our little pile 
of newfound dreams

The ash that was me and the ash that was you are now indistinguishable to pallbearers
So they will simply leave us be

And when the wind begins to sweep away our remains 
Our particles will bond with the undeniable attraction that is true love
Destined to float together on the capricious currents of air 
For as long as this planet
continues to exist. 
Though we were painfully separated in life, 
I will forever travel every inch of this earth with you in death.

And that, my dear...

Is worth a lifetime 
of burning

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