Consumed

I asked for this.

I was certain what I needed was

the touch

of your flame,

the fire of your love.

You were hungry for me.

Your sparks danced on me

on the dead, the dry, the seasoned

parts of me.

And I came alive!

I burned with a white hot heat,

my flame lept into the sky.

I made the shadows dance!

And then, slowly,

gently,

I couldn't give you any more

fuel.

My fire grew smaller and smaller

until at dawn there was nothing

but a few warm coals

and a wisp of smoke

to bear witness to the glory

to the beauty

that I was for you.

And now that I am consumed

you are gone.