Summation

Burn for me.

let our moment be match-like quick, lighter fluid strong.

An encounter...a brush-upon...let you glance upon me like a club in the 70's when your swinging cigarette would hit my hand, embers falling.

Stoke me like a wood stove...let you work all day pulling wood inside, getting slivers under your skin and paining you...then feed me the very things you worked hard to do...let them consume....the way a sturdy fire consumes new wood.

Scar me...like a third degree burn...a tattoo...an encounter.  Like above but more meaningful.

Let our blaze represent consumption...all encompassing...nothing but all in...no half-way.

Let us turn on fire alarms...smoke detectors...let our heat consume.

Minimally.