Sear

If you drink in my fire
Would it cool you off?
The aura of your volcanic passions singes so
That lava could only quell the fervor
That I feel moments before you appear.
I distinctly recall frigid air cooling my breath
Before I sensed your approach
Suddenly a tepid atmosphere
Makes my cheeks feel warmth
And the temperature rises with each step you take
Closing in on my space.
I shudder to conceive that no other materials combust
For your hands burn at your touch.
I feel the charred scars your skin leaves time after time
Touch me again.