the near constant
temptation
tolighteverythingonfire
and dance nude
as the flames
slowlyconsumeme
butterfly kisses
across bare musculature
strippedcleanofflesh
and self misconceptions
shifting to ashes
swirling around
her icy discontent

a true artist
with the right mixture
ofashandtears
could paint a
masterpiece in
everlastingagony

the shadow of her smile
a perfectly pointed tip
from which to pierce
a paltry poet’s heart
from which the flames fall
in fervently flickering
fairytalesandfalsehoods