The Spell of Your Skin at Winter

Fire tore through every place you used to be

like rain or tunneling ants defying gravity

you were a tepid, tender flame merely dreaming of becoming light;

a drained phoenix rising up from her temporary plight

carrying with her lost memories of things that had long since burned away,

in her, you find a fire mage speaking to all her many twin flames

creating chaos in their beauty,

stirring the embers of a fire that does not tame or obey

making it talk, spilling its secrets, and trusting the flame to erase all that goes before it

telling me how they will burn

marking their skin like a ravenous curse--one

where your eyes glow and your hands melt like lava into another

ruinous resurrection

tired of being reborn, rebirthed and rehomed

whispering incantations against their many obsessions

musing the muse

musings of the muse

the muse is amusing

tempering her evil doings

wicked as the sage

temptress of the stage

her voice lingers out

like fire in a rage

for the demon in the devil is the

demon in the devil

cooling embers sit in her lungs, never inciting any fun--

burning her throat to the very core, smoking coals left on the run--

she speaks in many tongues and lies in varied heat

waxing and waning like pages of the sun

as they rise over the driest grass

with wilted unblooming petals

of skies that never last

Glow for me under the heart of your hollow ribs

for like the flames, we are ones that can never forgive

show me your love, show me your flames, treat me like I am another part of your game.

Fire hold me close, until I forget to live