how we burn

here, the heat melts us in its shadow
as the sun loosens its grip on the sky.
we spin slippery words
with wet lips
as our light flickers and burns
long after we sparked the wick.

here, my bright neon blue
blends with your magenta
and we burn
blissful, colorful kisses by candlelight.
all night, our new color is extraordinary
as it projects our silhouettes
onto the walls of memory.

here, the candle wax doesn't cool.
my desire for you drips from the coffeetable
to the hardwood floor
and sticks to me like smoke
lingers on clothes.

at times, you are too hot to touch
but here, i long to be burned
by your fire.