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.