The Food Tastes Too Good

She wants the streets

The lights

The endless rooms

Buzzing with innumerable faces

She wants the food that talks good

The drink that adds fuel to the fires

In her passion, her heart is burning

I’m breathing in her fumes

High on her heart

Her eyes call out my name

 

Three times

 

My heart watches hers

Laying down a pyre

Waiting for the flame to catch on

I can’t leave her eyes

The food tastes so good with her

The Fire

I have a fire flickering deep inside of myself

Spitting embers indiscriminately

Onto those I love

And those I hate

Burning all it touches

 

Those that are true to me

Stay not only for the warmth

But also endure the burns

 

Sometimes I let the fire die down to ash

To see who’s still there

Even when the warmth is fading

And the fire is dead