Beneath the Skin
Ryan Johnston

Focus your white rays of light on mine
And watch my distant gaze greet you,
Found again, my heart skips a beat;
I burn as once more I meet you.

Desire roars and rages, yet words fail me
And I combust; frantic, I try to free
The flame that flickers calling out your name
But, reluctant, it elects to linger.

Still I persist, poking and prodding
Until at long last I strike the air:
“Singe my foolish thoughts of any other
Lover! Lift this weight from my chest!”
No longer shall I burn beneath the skin,
I refuse to be consumed from within.