Dark Passion

Dark passion
has ridden my coattails.
Flown through power keg skies
beside, inside me.

Showered with
my burn, as it branded
every muscle
and skidded across
my molten skin.

This poetic passion
whispers to me,
in the red darkness.
Then kisses me thoroughly
with bolts of crackling pops,
till I am

nothing but a wreckage.
Torn asunder.
Thrown overboard,
into the murky depths.
Leaving nothing
but ashed flesh
and singed bones ...