Poem: 'Flame'

 by Demi Armstrong

(image by Amelia Cooper)

Oh, beautiful scorcher of my heart:

I would let you burn me 

just to see you dance. 

I would let you turn my skin to ash 

just to see your love in colours. 

My dear ascendent of the forest:

A part of me cares for your blackening soul;

though, that is the part of me that leaves my body in smoke. 

I am the sun and the radiant blue spirit that mesmerises the same Man that cuts you.