this is told from the point of view of a pyromaniac lady-in-waiting. Um...yeah...PLEASE read and review!
Making love to torches
To lick their liquid residue
To melt myself in orbs of wax
Is a prettier fate than you.
Fire, my companion,
Is a dominating mate
He will beat me, he will burn me
But it is a pretty fate.
My mind is now a fountain
But my tongue is buttoned down
To the floor of a molten mouth
Alive with iron crowns.
My silent world is dramatic
This is where nerve endings terminate
Exploding into magma thoughts
Where lusty fire dominates.
I can’t get loose, I can’t get free
I’m addicted to insanity
Someday I might find a way
To share this with humanity.
I would never take a husband,
I would never take a date
Instead I hurl myself into flames—
Flames are a prettier fate.
