Hands of Fire

I have hands of fire.
It's what I wanted.
Just don't incur my ire.

I travel in a little bubble
of warmth, that preserves
the simple heartbeats all around.

I bring light to every room
I heat water, rooms, loins.
I do the best I can.

He disrobed before me
such a crass way of putting it
but his skin was on display.

I couldn't touch it.
(not that I did not want to
but for fear of consuming)

He said
"I will be an inferno."

I will be an inferno.

The fire began to spread.
Racing up my arms,
searing my flesh.

I did not scream.
I had enough control for that.
I did not scream.

I have a mind of fire.
I let this happen.
It stopped my eyes from blazing.

See all wreathed,
or desire all ash.
I have a mind of fire.

His bare skin before me.
I howl within
and burn away their sin.

"I will be an inferno."

I cannot touch.
It isn't you!
But I have hands of fire.