The churchman said we would burn
I would have told him how my insides ache
Burning every dawn, noon till dusk.
I would have told him how I am consumed in fires of mixed emotions
Lustful events and regretful satisfaction,
Dark aching desires and gnawing reminiscence
Palpable anger and ravenous hunger,
I would have told him how I crave for things I am yet to experience.
I think the fire he mentions would be reprieve.
The fires would cool me.