Scorching Winter Flames

The scorching heat,

Blistering my skin.
The fumes alive,
Kicking dust at me.
The tongues of fire,
Licking up at me.


I sit back, in shambles,
Well shielded from the cold-
The scorching winter flames.


And I feel the heat waves,
Torrid, aimed at me,
Striking, on cue,
Broiling lava ebbing.
And the layers of myself,
Melt away.


And I sit back, in shambles.
Well shielded from the cold-
The scorching winter flames.


Watching you, stare at me,
Well cloaked,
This winter morn,
I find the cold aloof glares,
Outpour, from you.
And I find myself burn,
In the sizzling fierce heat.


And I sit back, in shambles.
Well shielded from the cold-
The scorching winter flames.