Before the Burn

Quietly quiescent unable to see your own flamboyant flammability the arcane knowledge of a spark's quintessence lost for too long too late the tender tactile flames candles of ambivalent amber that lick at burning skin are casting luscious light calling it love when it catches you when you are set aflame then with bittersweet hindsight you know whether you will be the one that's reduced to ashes in assured self immolation or the one to dance in the embers? will you pray for an intercessor or become the blaze?