On Fire

It’s not about
commitment or
love or even

It’s about simply
feeling something.

When he puts his hands on me,
his mouth against my skin,
he makes me feel
because I don’t anymore.

I feel
anxious and
sad and
but that’s it.

I walk around
in those three modes
and exist.

But when he touches me,
I’m fire
and he is the oxygen.

I burn because he fuels me,
and I feel again,
like I used to
before life
extinguished my flames.

He makes me feel
other than pain,

and I crave it,
yearn to feel.

So how do I give that up?
How do I say goodbye to it…again?


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