Fire Flower

Radiant, she is
Like the sun or moon

Reflecting, a beam,
A blast, a rosy

Flare rising eager,
Rooted to the earth

And bursting in air.
She’s a flash ember

Igniting, aglow
With purpose, ready

For thorns and spilled blood
But not the blue heart,

The melancholy
Hunger of desire

Her long and lithesome
Stem so inspires. Fire

Petals in her gaze,
Flames abloom, jutting

And scathing the lush
Layers of my soul.

Breathing in, I burn.