The Past

Firehead

Anywhere it looks like
Death came to mind this
Instant I saw it clearly in the
Distance. Pale as my V-neck
T-Shirt. Lips as red as my
Blood. Why is she always on
Fire?

Possibly it will happen when
Darkness does not seduce me as
Now. As it never has before
Loneliness found a piece of me
However small it may be. My
Skin crawls varying times, because
In the distance is under it, that
Fire.

Softness of her skin has been upon my
Hands. The torch has been on my
Hands however bright it was
Warmed by the connection I made
With myself, with her in my mind
Seduced to stick inside the substance of
Adrenaline rushing through me like
Fire.