I Am Fire

I am fire, I stalk you and wait to burn your fat, I am the pyre that delights to ignite your passing hat, I am fire that brassy whore that sucks you dry with flames you cannot quench I am fire, the mongrel of the days and bastard of the night, who lick's your secrets with the torturer's tongue ignites. I am fire, who so rips your thirst to quench and leaves your mossy bank and dew unfit for leaf or mordant hue, so such a sigh as this, can drench and leave the cracked pot with open black-soot teeth... a zebra's mouth...black and white I am fire, my necklace, burning tyre with petrol, dances on the victim's screams, my delight to be this God, no quarter no release! and while I taunt you with these fiery lips of death... remember too I cook your stew and heat the stones of sweet relief, and with my song, oil your aching back to heal and rest, but all the while I lay down my pain and smoke to wait, the falling match the careless brand that spark of quick ignition I am fire, the grand inquisitor, the knave, the happy mistress feeding terse sedition, the chance friend who craves your recognition: I am fire.