So Human

Burn

The thick smoke wraps around us

and the bitter scent of charred wood and melting paint

lingers on our skin like a familiar blanket.

The burning feeling

reminds me of the smoldering kisses

that you shower on my body.

It makes me feel confined

but in your arms,

I'm in a prison that I don't want to escape.

I'm suffocating in your firm hold and in the heat of this atmosphere

and the languorous air is getting caught in my throat.

The dark smoke caresses us

and the crackling flames soon follow,

licking my body and receding,

only to come back again,

like orange-hued waves stained with red.

It's hot and I'm burning

but my eyes stay on your chest

watching beads of sweat slide down slowly.

We're sinking lethargically,

drifting together listlessly,

and letting the heat consume us.

If we ever get out of this alive,

we'll be scarred beyond belief,

and torched beyond recognition.