Fever...feed me. Feed me the heat and the sweat and the burning of the insides...turn the arteries into ashes and let the blood boil as it courses through my veins. Haunt and stalk the curves and crevices of my mind as a freshly lit match touches drought-dry memories...go up in flames and blacken into tiny bits of parts that aren't healed.
Singular sweet thoughts of you...drip candle-wax hot...burning sweet burns into me.
Choking cold in an evening, warm me from within, with lips like branding irons place your heat across me, pull the sickness from my skin and steam it away with your kiss.
Immerse me in humid bath waters, with scents of lavenders and healing, align with me, conjoin and wrap your arms around my burning soul...smother me.
I simply burn for you...
A conflagration that wildfires like those in the West that are started by lightning...the briefest of intersections with a simple spark and my dried out parts that needed to burn...cleansing, abrading...scraping the old me...uncovering the new.
Every day I burn for you...
Hoping to immolate and continue to be until you mold me into something worth keeping.
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