There are coal mines burning
beneath my feet. From across the field,
the mine shaft is a pool to drown in.
Love is a firecracker thrown on my lawn.
You wheeze with sinkhole lungs. You taste
like you’ve been chewing matches.
Unbutton your blouse and show me
what smolders underneath. Steam rises
from the grass. All I dream about are charred
bedframes, canaries with iron lungs. You
could engulf me. This is the moment
where it may or may not get out of control.
I am destroyed by the idea of fire
licking my bones clean like snow.