This Glowing Locus (2nd Draft)

Revulsions of your unmasked malevolence
give away your deceiving benevolence.

This bosom, the locus of my emotionality
glowing like a lantern when you’re beside me,

the very essence of my being in perfect rapport with you.
My flame and your shadow have a salacious rendezvous.

Pity not for when you see me dying to a flicker.
Your intuition knows to revive my flame already.

You know I betrayed you, and you’re deceivingly merciful. Why?
What’s this character to be so forgiving?

Clemency, desiring it I confess shames an amorous villain.
So, cowed timidly in submission I am,

so humble and towering you are.
I, your chained, docile light,

not expecting you to show me tenderness as
the last licks of my firelight pulsate,

as you become malevolent
in your stare.