Flames

How can I think of blood when in my veins

fire flows freely.

Embers glow in your eyes

you must feel it too.

The warmth builds up inside us

the static too much to bear.

My mouth tastes of copper

biting hard down on my lip.

Memories of salt tears fall down

stinging the surface of my skin.

Is it tomorrow yet?

For today is too much to handle.

So much unsaid

the fire cremating our hearts.

Sparks fly as faces grow red

a smile could release the heat

but neither wants to cool down

preferring to burn than to live one second

without this searing heat.