Salamander

it’s not the food 

of the fairy lands

that turn you

into 

an addict

it’s the warmth

the way 

they hug you

melting against 

the frame

of your body 

how they 

look into your eyes

as if understanding 

your emotions 

is the object 

of their desire 

as if you

are the object

of their desire

I’ve seen you

close your eyes

with pleasure 

and forget 

about tomorrow 

and I want you

to know

I am a salamander 

I eat the fire

of each sensation 

where it burns 

inside of you 

and then

I go back

through the gate

and I hold the door 

open