Friction

I light you like a cigarette,
Take one puff and cough maniacally.
I throw you to the ground
And hold you there with my shoe,
Thinking, Damn
I should have puffed you one more time.

I light you like a campfire
And stir the amber for a while,
Forgetting to let nature take its course.
Every once in a while
Something pops and crackles,
And I have to wipe a hot ash from my eye.

I light you like a Christmas tree,
Perceiving the beauty which reflects
On the surface of my iris.
I can fall asleep beside you,
Silently admiring everything
You probably can't even see.

I light you as I would a darkened room,
And at times I fall asleep
Not knowing you're turned on.
At the end of the month,
I sit at home and wonder 
Why my bills are so high.

I light you like a candle
To watch your passion dance
As every slight whisper
Graces your neighboring air.
I shudder to think your wick will come to an end,
And I put you out.

Then, I light you like a bomb fuse,
Knowing the explosion
Will excite and devour me,
Knowing the fire will take
All of my being into account,
Like freeing a spirit from its temple.

allegorydevotioninspirationalpassionvisionarylightfree verse

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