April Anthology 2016: heartflame

Light a spark in me.
If I listen I can hear the crackle of a raging, waiting fire.
I want to smell smoke,
Huddle close for warmth,
Bask in a red and gold glow;
I want to be all wings and beak and light
But also me.
I want to fly in both our worlds
And melt down walls
And glow in window-panes,
Roar dragon’s breath
And croon a phoenix song
And burn, slow burn.
Just touch my wick and
Light a fire in me.