Fusion

The nearness of your breath And the look in your eyes Will slay me some day. Smouldering embers Burn through my core; There is no mercy. Such a slow death- By degrees we come in; By degrees we must go out. From the high mountain Of your brow I fall in slow motion. Embracing my death- Dissolving unrepentantly Into the clutching thickness. Surely goodness and mercy Do not matter here; Even the fingers have tongues. Let him who has ears hear: Let him who has eyes see: Gladly we go into the holocaust. Oblivion makes us forget all, But the splendid instant of combustion- For true believers, it is only an ignition.