To Collocate The Stars

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Incandescent
I want you to light me on fire,
I want to know what it feels
like to completely melt at the hands
of another,

I want you to touch my skin and
leave behind your fingerprints seared into my flesh,

I want to be so close to you that my eyebrows get singed off,

I want you to envelope me in your warmth like a thick wool blanket, and then turn up up the heat, trapping me in a blanket-oven,

I want you to build a fire in my feet and watch as the smoke rises into my lungs 'til I cough and sputter out strangled, garbled, barely audible "i love you"s,

and I want for you to say it back,

I want you to pack my chest cavity full of burning embers because I read once that pain can be masked by slightly worse pain, so I thought lots of pain would make you disappear completely,

I want you to reduce my brain to ashes because I'm done thinking, thinking that maybe your not good for me, or maybe I'm not good enough for you,

I want you to spit sparks at me, hot, blazing chunks of fuel, as sadistic as it sounds, it shows you care,

I need your flames to catch, I've drenched myself in kerosene and thrown the matches at your feet, all you have to do is drag and drop,

Then run, because explosive repercussions are inevitable,

Or you could wait, if you sit far enough away and wait long enough, I might just spontaneously combust, same desired effect, less than half the time,

It doesn't matter how you do it:
toast me,
roast me,
make me ghostly,
I don't care,

Just, please stay,

I don't think I could bare it if you blew out the candles before "one",

Keep that water away from me,
Trust me,
I'll fizzle out when I'm done, in a shower of dull smoke and charred remains, I guess I can wait.