I imagined embers burning brightly inside your rib cage.
And all at once I felt a crush of yearning that dissipated into rage.
I soaked my anticipation in alcohol.
I waited on your trips to break my fall.
By then I was hell bent and over it.
Instead now I laugh and revel in it.
Sure, shock, smirk; you’re a pattern without a cause.
Bait, batter, boss; you’re a noise without a pause.
I’m gray enough to smolder while drifting in your membranes.
You’re bright enough to claim my traits make me insane.