x. flesh by flesh

yearning

I lied. Put your clothes back on and let’s converse about how I am the moth to the flame. I am off on my knees. The embers glinted— flirting. A demanding creature, I say. One day, I will burn and thank the ache of unfortune— It would purify my heel despite the violent carnage that awaits. I ricochet between the ignoble charms and dangers. The blaze is not the threat—it’s the craving for it, the hunger that never relents. I’d get fooled every morrow that comes and let the fire consume what’s left. Without end.