warmth cocoons around me,
curled about my body in a C,
wrapped over my skin like a cloak.
From the wall I hear the velvet whispers
of a sweet secret,
smoked slowly like a cigarette in the dead of night,
with only grey clouds and glowing ash as evidence,
scattered by the wind.
The taste of fire on my lips
The alarm that sounded at 5:30 AM
It was cold and brash, screaming at everyone
to evacuate the building.
I heard the pattered footsteps of the lovers sprint
out into the dawning rain,
neglecting the shroud of shame,
they embrace, and keep each other
And so am I
lying on my bed flames.