Explosion

fire in my belly

Fire in my brain

Fire in my hands

Fire in my head

There’s fire everywhere

But where is it

In my guts?

I am in a rush of time,

Exploring your endless ways to

Stoke my flames,

Invoke my fury,

Invoke my pained flaming

Twisted, squirming

Guts

* * *

Fire on my toes,

It is catching up,

Up to my eyes

It settles in my

Stare.

Explosions

Lit up by your matched safe-house latched key dreams, painted in a dreamy hued stain

And inside is

Fury,

Pain,

You could kill me right now,

Dearest One, And

I would not complain.

Fire guts

Plenty

In my heart,

I stuck you inside,

Like a piece of beautifully colored glass,

It melted in my mouth first,

Honeyed downward,

An explosion

A beautiful pain,

Settling as I am swollen with the idea of you,

There your fire-gut words go,

Semi sweet, tart.