a fool to the flame

i run my fingers
through every flame
how it feel
but incapable
of learning
that fundamental
hurl me
into the volcano
let the lava
lick my tears
feed me to pele
an unworthy
to grant your
every single
dream come true

i am nothing
but flotsam
floating on
your every wave
a fly
buzzing in
your perfect ear
a fingerprint
on your glasses
a pothole
on your way
to happiness

touching burners
by the cherry red
leaving charred
bits of ethereal
negative glitter
to coat every
surface in a haze
that never quite
washes away
longing for
nothing more
than a smile
to crease your
inviting lips.

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