Volcanoes erupt in the back of my throat
And my breath sends out smoke signals
That dance in the air like flames.
The fires blaze in my fingertips
Igniting all in my path.
My forest fire paints the skyline
With the brush strokes of Picasso-
Shaming any sunset.
Sending out furious billows
Of blackness that try in vain
To tame my conflagrations-
I am your worst nightmare-
Yet your wildest dream.
My passion cannot be contained.
Though helicopters fly in fury overhead
I am sovereign – regal.
Painting the night sky with
Shades of scarlet
You cannot help but stare.
Unsure of how to extinguish me,
You label me destruction.
But I am light.