On Fire

The kiss you set me yearning
Will be conquered with a shove
Your touch has sent me burning
To be on fire is to love.

Ah, but do I burn for you, my dear?
Is it your name I call at night?
Or perhaps some other suitor, you fear
Has deigned to set me alight.

You seem to keep to sleeping
In emerald dreams of learning
Of me in another's keeping
Softly, in his arms, burning.

To trust will set me breathing
This fixation I cannot bear
Love turns sour and to seething
Even fire needs the air.