My spine caught fire as your fingers lingered above my skin,
barely touching, yet transmitting disruptive signals to my head
which caused my cheeks to match your color.
The heat you radiated approached me softly as you curved your flames around my waist.
I was engulfed in your air, in your warmth.
But no matter how much I wanted it, the doubt was there:
Should i have known if i needed it?
You lit me up, match like between your fingers.
But now, still, i find my edges burning.
Catching fire and losing purpose in a pillar of smoke.
I wish you would blow me out.