Playing With Fire

Kissing, trembling, Up your spine. Licking, tasting, Your thoughtless mind. My eyes glow yellow As your arms bare orange Jaws clamp tight As you’re no more. Fall down in white, Dancing up in grey, The air grow bitter, Cut down by child’s play. Whistling, crackling, Your hairs scream out Breathing, dying, You’re just a mount. Crawling, fluttering Up my legs, Seeking, searching, For untouched skin. My eyes grow white, Empty branches sway, My cavity runs light, As I begin to pray. God, where does the arsonist go?