The Fire of Aries

I am the fire burning through your soul
Evaporating your tear drops into tiny clouds of smoke
Inhaled into lungs weakened by the nostalgia of yesterday'so pain
and strengthened by the aftermath of tonight's zen
you exhale the exhaust of oxytocin clouds and arduous kisses
watching them dissipate into the sunset,
beckoning the moon to rise,
To lluminate the feverish trails these fingernails
Lend across your tender, rebellious flesh
Begging, aching, for the flames to consume you
Andas they do, silently you wonder,
Is hellfire so terrible after all?