Guy

There's a burning bubbling in my heart
A deep bonfire deep
And people throw themselves on,
Willingly, smiling, glinting.
They're curling and shining in the flames
Bright plastic wrappers of faces
Morphing and melting and
I can't see who they are anymore.
And who's the dummy?
The Guy pinned at the top?
His face stays put, the flames don't dare
Reach him, they have other meat
To devour. They swim his way,
Nudge each other, remember their orders,
Chuck a knowing glance around, retreat.
God these flames are hungry.
But his face stays put.
Who is he? Why don't I
Recognise him?
I close my eyes, swim down in my veins -
Rivers, tributaries, ox-bow lakes later and
I've made it. My heart.
Juicy and slimy and not baring
Any resemblance to that dim
Place I refer to covered in skin,
The place I hold. Squeeze.
My heart. And He -
He looks me dead in the eye
Thick in the joy of my flames.
His eyes flow into mine,
I can't look away, can't break
The neon glowstick UV fluid between us.
I don't want to.
It hurts, having a fire in your heart.
But he has locked me in, and
I think I'll keep him there.