LET'S CONFLAGRATE

I yearn to write you a million words
Soft and warm 
To snuggle you and cuddle you 
On a winter’s night of storm
But your love swamps me 
My hands are liquid smoke 
My ink runs 
While my heart burns amok

Would you care to lie

On a bed of stars attuned
With melting jelly mush embers 
To stoke them with raspy fingers 
Into flames of poetic tangles 
And be consumed? 

MS