Soft waves of heat
pinch my nerves
as my pores open,
confused.
Now, they are wide awake
waiting to be seized.
The lampshade is crooked
and my wrists are sweating.
The light hits my body
like a siren.
Futile brush aways
ignite the sparks
into a full fledged wildfire
on my body
Higher and higher,
the smoke enters my sight
My eyelids burn
As I sleep inside his fire
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