Burn

Curiosity can burn

If you ask enough this match may turn

And strike

Sometimes in a sentence

Sometimes a single word

Almighty in frictioned wonder

How contagious was your third eye’s hunger

When you quested past the paper walls

As if the maze of my skin

The knot of my intestine

Had been yours since the beginning

Some creation

To reignite my dormant mind

And in its crusty awakening burn

Rise like the white hot moon yearns

For her sister

Sun that lost her years ago

Some had thought them long departed

But with a look and a blink

Such a slow pink

Did you throw gas on the paper walls

And did I rise so high

That I lost you to fly

Is that okay with lovers for a time

Do I burn so hot that I

Cool you

Or does my question spark your burn too?