Fire, Fuel, and Love

When the Earth is burning

do I run to you,

my love?

Or do I go to the burning Sun?

Where I feel the fury

add on to the fire

rid myself of the combustion within me.

Give it my oxygen,

my fuel,

my heat.

As I would with you,

my love.

— — —

What can I say,

it’s a love triangle —

one of fuel, fire, and love.

A diversion of warmth,

waning.