lady phoenix

when we met,
you were dialing into a dead man's desire,
sparking unspoken thoughts
where dreams taste like fine wine
that blankets the blood
and rushes the brain.

there's a million pieces
of silent spaces between us,
questions crawling through
the smoke of uncertainty
seeping out from the cracks of daydreams
that are too hot to touch.

when we met,
i pocketed the heat from your fire
and blew ash into my veins.
now i burn for you
like the boundless shadow
of a spark-lit sun,

i burn.