Hell fire

 Hot so hotfire through the night mostly in myhead, feeding gloves to monsters. All the King’s horseshave turned to stone: my eyes become‘’love crumbs’’ the bed sheets& the sweat have meltedwith the words you might havesaid. What have webecome? Grasping atangels who flee from us. Hot so hotthe mythic & the dawnhell fire a poet’s voicehoarse. from searching. Jungle ofmy thoughts boa constrictorsent to squeeze life from us. Equationsonly lead to a dead endsiege. I’m hungryfor the heat of love, that’slaughing at my needfor solution.