The Deranged Man, baptizes his lover through fire to save their relationship

do you remember the burn of my lighter? the butane kissed your skin and bit down hard
let the hairs singe backwards

smoking

lightly

we were not a volcano destroying mighty Pompeii with no warning letting everyone around suffocate on our ash
that kind of power is something we fear and dream of in our nightmares
crippling control kills our mood putting us out of play. we need our tit for tat and guerrilla attack
lets run through these jungles watching muzzles flash and tracers fly

you are the Vietnam in the war of my heart

tear gassed college kids with picket signs preparing for a revolution that never really comes
let riots break out while they screamed "abortionists and murderers"
accused us of rape, pillage, fire, play. how did the children sound when you dropped the napalm on their pen?
we never knew who was friend or foe in this conflict about lord knows what anymore
was the bloodshed worth it? yes... no... i knew once the answer but now all i can think about is how it doesn't matter.
the blood was shed and the war was stopped

just like our feelings which came out with heated fury then ran like a scared child using underhanded tricks.
when i close my eyes you cant see me you cant see me you cheater cheater pumpkin eater go away get out keep clear of my memory

i burned you more than once with that bic lighter. felt the flint strike keeping flame lit burning away all your pain in a purification ritual so old it's name was forgotten by adam and eve
you burned me more than once with your words so much craftier than i in these games of words
all i had was ancient ways to clean your soul and make your words not of hate but of pain and suffering
savage tendencies grabbing your hair letting the stink of it rise up as the rest burned slowly down

skin once the pale shade of seasoned pine was left black from our love. red irritation was not enough when your anger finally boiled over i knew the bloodshed and murderer inside you had gone insane at last.
i did what any sane man would do
waited till you slept taking my bruised and broken mind out to the back grabbing the gas carrying it as soldiers carry the dead as the dead carry the weight of everything they leave behind undone like you carry nothing at all.
damn woman you have done near enough you have done all you were meant to this is why you attack me because your purpose is empty. the devil has gotten inside you the enemy we never see disguised and looking like everyone else like everything else like angels in disguise
i cut open the top of the can making it a simple bucket, a baptismal bowl for a babe, yes it was your second baptism i would grant you and forgive you for all you've done all you'll do all you bring me to do to you
you woke up, cried out flaming words of hate abandonment despair
you hurt so bad so terrible horrible so good
i hated you wanted to see you suffer see you burn see you be reborn pure and good again like you once were

do you remember the final burn of my lighter?
the butane flame kissed your skin and bit down hard giving you warmth you never knew before as your hair singed from every inch

smoking slightly

i still smell it in my dreams of you.