Halls of the Dark Muse

Burn Through Me

Ignite:
a flame burns
fires consume
down to my wick
cut to the quick

My wax
melts in your
heat; shudder
with the touch
of cool fingertips

Passions expand
shy in shadows
yearning toward
awakening

Whispers:
cover me
in darkness
warmth pulses

Bathed
in flames
seer through me