Burn

Burn

Lonely among

petals pale as death,

no hand to remove

the frost.   I slip out

of my skin into

another time when

there are no torments,

Adam by my side

an Aztec warrior

ready to flatter me

with a piece of

my enemy’s heart.

When I fall for his charm

no harm comes to me

as his salt melts

on my tongue

and I burn.