Heat Death

her
sizzle 
is stealthy.


she 
smoulders.


across the room,
I can feel it.


the 
menacing energy
of truth,
forthright
in your face


it is the 
breathing
light she


establishes
silhouette
defining by outline.


designed to  
occupy 
my mind & 
how I spend 
my time. 


her heat is 
the kind that destroys
burns holes in you


every time