Burned

I come over to you for comfort
for love
for an understanding inherently built in
for something other than the mundane
an existence made of clay
to see what shape I can make myself
it's odd
the way we've trans-versed so far
through the spaces in between
but often enough
it's never a thought
that binds the lips to good-bye
but rather an inexpensive frailty
meant to incinerate yet consecrate
the way that I feel for you
and if so
let it be
for I never knew the true taste
of a kiss
but a caress
infested with love bites