3/2/15 - sunburn

there's a catastrophe behind my eyelids but everything is quiet on the exterior.

the sun in my throat is growing more confident; hesitant rays of light slip from between my lips when
you're around
they dance with the blazing sheen that bursts from every particle of your smile
(is that fire behind your teeth?)
and I have a hard time believing there are no universes convulsing
in the nooks & crannies of those damn conflagrant eyes of yours.
your voice drips with botulinum and arsenic but
holy shit
am I hooked on the way you pronounce my name;
I want to wrap myself in every flaming syllable & burn away until all that's left is a pile of lovesick ashes,
the way you hold my hand is like having my lungs used for dart practice but hell
the air in my body is yours for the taking because the
little crinkles that appear when you grin is enough for a thousand years of breathing