i feel so pent up.
sometimes i just burn with lust
and it hurts.
it scathes and scars the continents of my mind
because these thoughts of mine
exist below the equator,
equating to a level i don’t want to admit exists.
i am sizzling, smoking, sputtering, smoldering
hoping for the day where i feel something colder than
what i feel now.
wishing for water to put this inferno out.
imagining a time when i can speak these thoughts and not pretend
and the beloved listener who is also my friend will understand
and extinguish my embers in the name of love,
fan the desire in my flesh and even watch my flames spread.
then once the wildness in me burns all that is around,
hold me until the next time this spark comes around
and i won’t be scared of the heat because he’ll be around,
coming to my rescue
as the sirens sound.