Bonfire Love
I want to feel your hipbones
on mine, until it hurts.
I want to feel our souls burning
together, violently collapsing
into soft folds of ourselves,
the way air does in a bonfire,
then drifting off as pieces of serene brightness
into the blurred black of night.
I want your lips to feel mine
as a piece of themselves,
Your hands to feel my fingertips,
as shadow phantom limbs.
I need your heart
to be hungry, to consume
bone and sinew right down
to the last drop of quivering.
I need your words to soothe
the empty spaces of my ribcage.
Your gaze to radiate me golden-
brown from the inside out.
I need to sink into the cool depths
of your personhood, as you
sink into mine; to wilt to ashes
then grow anew.
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