Light My Fire

You may use a Zippo
A torch. Or a match.

Just make sure it's not for show.

See, I enjoy
that yellow-orange-red
burning inside me.

Intense.
Consuming.
Glorious at blue.

Searing,
yet such sweet thing...

My fire.

 

 

 

 

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Once, I was lost in the dark.  

Shadows raged non-stop.  Sleepless for so many years, I was exhausted.  Blood pounded in my chest like boulders smashing into each other.  My heart was draining.  Fast.

Then I heard it.  Music.  Songs.

Your sleep songs. 

Faint, and far away.  But sweet, and beautiful.  And hopeful.  

Out there, it was.  Calling me to you.

Hope.

I saved my life without thinking.  

I grabbed the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name.