I'm tempted to walk inside a furnace,
and pull the door closed,
so all that would show to the rest of the world
is a thin, orange glow from the hole in the heavy bronze door.
I'd walk into the fartherst corner, and perch myself onto the gas,
letting the flames wrap themselves around me,
holding me like I've dreamt of him holding me--caressing
my hair, my ( Read more... )