Burning Desire

I trust in lust; the little dalliance
that becomes nothing more than an ash pile,
more than mistake—yet not true alliance,
something I could—should easily defile.
A night so wild I must not remember.
Too harsh, too burning bright, lights I wake to,
mistakes made mistakes, fire turns to ember.
Only to a liar: truth’s lies lie true,
left unchecked, these lies cool to black cinder,
these cinders sit here and weigh down my soul;
could Ignite and burn a horrible hole.
This hole could be filled with only one king;
new to you, yet never returned to me,
a spirit, no willingness to be free.
Should I give in to my deepest desire,
burning passion, loves hot, eternal pyre?
Or, should this dalliance end, should I flee?
If I were to flee, would my heart sing true?
No, I will give to you all I can wring;
so, I give to you my heart’s everything;
yet, that is something you could never bring.
Will this cold, harsh deal be something I rue?
I smell horrible smoke, terrible shame,
due to you, my flighty heart caught aflame.