The trees arch their crowns to exhale when your feet caress their surface roots. A sky of aquamarine hangs above them and the whole forest seems to moan at your presence. Only such peace as you carry can still the murderous flame that burns deep in my soul.
I walk to you wearing raiment made from hell’s lava, and I leave a trail of burning twigs; my skin, slightly tinged with soot but you still say I’m beautiful.
We cannot live like this. You are everything I’m not.
My tears evaporate before they hit my cheeks.
“I am a hot mess,” I say as you cup my face in your palms.
Flowers wither and burn where I stand and a dark mass lingers in the sky over my head.
“Yes,” you whisper. “You are my hot mess.”
My suspired steam does great injustice to my sight but I can feel you with every nerve in my body.
I finally shut my eyes as you run your fingers through my hair then settle to grip my already cold neck. It is in moments like this I become alive. You first trace the outline of my burning lips with your index finger, then you kiss me and our lips lock like they were made for each other. I suddenly feel too heavy to stand. You stop only to breathe but before our eyes meet, you delve back in. Your lips are warm from convection. Our tongues collide and I can’t help but run mine over your teeth, slowly. I pull you in closer by your collar and you lay me down on what’s left of the burning flower bed. You stop again to look at me this time and your gaze is overpowering.
I push my hair behind my ear as I watch the sun float south of where we lay. Your lips are chapped. I blame myself for being so hot all the time. You say something funny and we laugh and then you lean in close and gently bite my lower lip. I feel you smile. We kiss again, more passionately than before. I let you kiss my neck and you loosen my tassels to kiss my chest. I can smell cinnamon and smoke in your hair. Not lifting your lips from my skin, you find your way back to my parted lips and kiss me again and this time I’m on fire, literally.
“Daughter of Hades, control yourself,” you scream as you wrap yourself around me.
“It’s time to go. The demons have seen the flash and they’ll be here any minute. I have to run.”
And I run into the forest without a plan.