Stoked

wrapped tight

into your frame

sweet-soul-bird feather shed

pecks my neck slowly

"And you are being so,"

< kind > and < nice >

my mind talks in circles

circles and circles

and "oh..."

contract < consume > 

for the love of God!

even though I'm pretty sure there isn't one at the moment

ignite 

this

siren's 

screeching 

blue 

hiss!!

< would you fucking please already!! >

just the smallest scrape of match

barely a whispered tongue blaze

this whole place 
is about to go up in flames