Scorched heart

 

Torched my soul with fire.

Engulfed me,

in passion consumed.

Those flames fanned

stoking the fires within

these already parched

and baked lands.

 

Scorched, craving warmth.

Heat incinerated thoughts.

My heart smouldered

like eyes

searching the desert landscape

of your skin

from my skies

where even the rain is evaporating.

 

Blazing heat flares every time we meet,

when our eyes burn their greetings.

Every warming sunset.

To ashes and dust

old thoughts combust,

as they float off.

Embers of stories remembered.

 

Flames lick until you can no longer

feel the burning pain.

Smothering every hurt feeling

within the blistered

and charred remains.

The Inferno consumes itself,

as your last hope starts to combust

and acid tears

once cried,

turn to dust

 

With fire is danger,

heat and passion

bring rage and anger.

Stroking my heart

with sandpaper hands,

then pouring the salt water.

to bring the stinging pain.

Boiling away

the pieces that remain.

Until I am just a shell.

That feels like I've

walked the fires of hell.

 

 

 

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