The Stove
ignite the sapphire and tangerine
turn the dial right
bigger bigger bigger
its sharp crimson tongue begins to swipe
it wants to taste to me I can tell
a finger or the pad beneath my thumb
I could let myself simmer here
a fire so tame even in its strength
unlike the beast that dwells beneath my ribs
for she I cannot not refrain from
for she
who has melted my skin time and time again
my outsides and insides always flame to full crimson
no control panel
I tremble and shutter and burst and shatter and
ultimately fall to a shivering ash
for she always leaves me cold
but this is safe
predictable, malleable
I could allow it to hold me
to be inside, to hover
it’s all up to me, no counterparts to spindle it back
smaller and smaller
force me to watch it shrink watch him retreat
audacious little shapes how particularly finical
large and small and big and tall and short and gone
why is mine so boundless?
so unwaveringly firm ablaze in ardor
this silver box could not compete
though I envy its resurgence
