I was on fire
My body
Outside; inside
Starting as timid orange flames
Nurtured by whose desire?
The flames of passion
Leaping out
Again and then again
Now confident, deep red
Caressing and swift.
Fires…destructive, undesirable
Fires… repulsive, formless
Stamped out by a careless feet
A yellow glint
And then the dull gray ash remains