flame princess

i don’t want a love so ignite

that it burns

to ashes

the remaining pages

of your unfinished book.

i don’t want the sparkles,

that brittle sound,

the unsynchonized flames,

to ruin the beauty of your

untouched skin.

while it’s true that i like the feeling

of melted candles; the wax

becoming one with my fingertips,

i don’t want to be remembered

of a beautiful accident—

it is not,

for scars from echoes of plea

and anger and mercy

are never the presence of my beauty.

do not feed me with treachery,

for i will grow

into an obsession of challenges

and repetitious burnout.

i don’t want to be an arsonist

of my own home.

please, do not let me become my sin.

i don’t want a fiery love,

for i have tendencies

of diminishing saturation,

leaving you nothing

but a burnt painting,

yet i don’t want

to lose this flicker.

i don’t want these sudden

fire whispers,

for i am afraid

that it might turn into screams,

leaving you restless,

but i want the aftermath,

the reconciliation with the wind.

so, let the warmth last;

let the embers take their last breath.

i don’t want to become a forest fire,

its rage, scattering

like a contagious disease

i cannot control anymore.

i don’t want to kindle a love,

please, do not give me a tinder.

do not let me ablaze,

but let my passion arouse

and remain.

i just want a hearth.

contain me in the bricks;

listen to my momentous ticks;

let me dance with my flames;

for once let me be daunt

of my own rage.

i want a love,

a love enough

to survive the cold.

-jewel liaison