Pyromaniac

“It was like kissing a lighter with her,”
you informed me, as I wondered what she may have tasted of.
I licked my lips
and imagined moving against a mouth
that would have blistered
and burned me away;
lighter fluid tongue
permeates my skin and I
absorb her kerosene.

A click and a spark,
and I’m alight.
Such a hot metallic daydream
is your old flame.

I’ll just have to get high off the ashes on your lips.


Alexandra Stewart