I am kindling.


My fire. 

I ache for your touch.


Ignite yourself in my body,

burn a picture in my mind,

show me something beautiful;

counteract what I feel inside.


Burn me ‘til i’m ash.

I’ll float away in the breeze.

Damage so great,

only the finest eyes can see.


Together we burn,

kindling and fire. 

I keep you going,

you aid my expire.

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