sodom:

Held the memory in my body,

my fingers ache to touch.

Tracing red, my nails a quill.

The quiver run dry.

How am I to rain down flame?

This city could be purified in ash.

I sat by Sodom to keep warm.

Hell was on earth she said.

I knew it was true,

recoiled from your touch.

How affection became confused.

I only feel this pain, this want.

Starving at the altar of desire,

I mouth every letter to your name.

Spoke breathlessly, words barely forming.

To die prostrate before the light.

Tongue reduced to ash in my mouth.

I’d find it peaceful.