ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Burning me

The breath dripping smoke,

The smoke clung in the fragrance of the touch,

The burns on my skin,

With the wild escapade into the fire.

You melt me into your arms,

You make me spark golden,

In the weariness of time,

And just a touch, seems a crime.

You plough a matchstick to erosion,

You rub a wound into corrosion.

Then when you have created a fire,

You set me over the pyre,

Burning me into my passions,

Wielding my love for you, my obsession.