I did not need you
but the dormant ache beneath my skin
whistled swirls of urgency,
billowing in an embarassed wind
and
now, your simple words bring
boiling streams of bile into my throat-
the sudden sting of happiness-
explosive molten energy
smoothing shame's crevices
and pride's ridges;
savage joy,
irrational, guiltless, sharp.

I ogle this foreign passion-
a pushy crowd of tourists
to myself-
so curious, reading:
danger. thermal area.

But I'll step onto a fatal crust
to see the colors heat has painted on this canvas:
calm blue depths
murderous rings, a sunny border
steam still threatening to scald.

So rare it sings its silence
alive, detached, and burning...

You the ignition.
one unknowing spark
I do not need.