hoosakitty

Your kisses, like fire, burning where they touch
Your fingers the kindling, spreading the flame along my skin
And i am consumed by your using, every particle devoured…
Every breath my last


i've discovered something this weekend about my nature...about His hold on me...about this rapturous disaster that fills me again and again, sating this god-forsaken hunger with the sweetened bliss only He can give.

i watched moths come to the candle in my window as His words washed over me...large wings quietly flapping, ethereal in their dance. They were helpless to the call of the light...to the heat...the burning merely an obstacle, almost trivial, compared to the deep need for the flame itself.

i saw myself...a butterfly trapped in darkness...my life for is fire