midnight mango and orange blossom
a slow singe singing across sacred skies
you called this a delightful warmth
but i am left craving the burn
you hold me close but your eyes are closed
give me the h e a t
a gaze seared into skin
ice blue flames shouting rage
a conflagration
pretty like an inferno
like a house on fire
everything swallowed by the blaze
i do not want a steady spark
i want the devouring
-ashley jane