You can note the fury in my eyes
doesn't come from a swelling rage,
something is rooted much deeper,
every cell rushing with purpose
in the ruthless need to ravage.

To be kept like a dark secret,
folded and tucked away,
yours and yours alone.

Just remember that while fire is prolific,
you and I live inside of a blaze no one
can ever get close enough to touch
or know how to cool down from.

And to know this kind of heat,
the messages enclosed in cinders
that flutter in the aftermath,
is knowing when we are truly alive.

You already know what I am,
can note the steely need
flaring in our locked eyes,
something is rooted much deeper,
every cell rushing with purpose
in the ruthless need to ravage.

To be kept like a dark secret,
origami hearts folded together,
yours and yours alone.

Just remember that while fire is prolific,
I reached deeper to know your edges,
kissed the blazing core of your soul
in ways no one could ever understand
or elicit the same cries from.

And to know this kind of pitch,
the novenas enclosed in whispers
that travel through our cinders,
is knowing when we are truly wanted.

If I ever forget to note the galaxies
endlessly parting and merging us,
reaching your honeyed center,
the universe's entirety aglow...

Just remember to keep me
inside like a dark secret.

Yours and yours alone.