It burns

Not like in the bodice rippers

With revving hearts

And smoldering looks across a crowded room

No it’s hot as menopause or

A Fever dream

sweaty sticky damp sheet dangerous

It burns

Nothing like sappy love songs

With swoon-worthy heartthrobs

Gyrating to ear candy refrains

Nah this love is a wildfire

Burning underground fed on hidden seams

Burning for a hundred years so

Stop playing greeting card sentiments

You’ve seen the scorch marks

Feel the heat through the closed door

Ashes rain down the decades

Brimstone perfumes our steps

From lovers to forevers

We burn