What’s it like to be the lightning?
To have the power to set someone afire?
Tell me what it feels like to burn
somebody down, their emotions a pyre?
What’s it like to look into the eyes
of another and watch them smolder?
When they inevitably burst into flame
do you feel all the bolder?
Do you want to know what it’s like
to be the tinder to your spark?
How it feels when someone can ignite
your heart with a look on a lark?
It’s painful, scarring me with sorrow
and I’d let you torch all over again tomorrow.
An extra poem for NaPoWriMo — or for any other day, I guess. Just because it came along I could catch it. Or it caught me.