Burning

You are burning me,

a scar that clips my ear

like a doting parent,

a naughty child sitting against the wall

because she

Sins.

There’s a helplessness about

me,

thick as treacle and walking through

the snow -

I feel your arms around me,

scolding

hot,

your skin to my skin.

I’m wrong and yet right,

the sour aroma strong

with delightful cinders.

I need you,

but

the guilt

chews at me,

limb by limb,

fingers plucking the

fruit of ecstasy,

head foggy with

honey -

tastes like you.

Say the word and I’ll run to you,

open your heart,

be the person I think of

when I sleep…

like him.

** as seen in my collection ‘my fire.’ **