Glow

You flip the switch
and I come to life
though not all at once.

Slowly, I rise.
My molten body.
My molten heart.
Not knowing which way is down.

I separate from myself,
Though not altogether.

I don’t say much,
but I feel you
the heat of your warmth
pulling me from the bottom.

I shift,
revealing myself
to you.

I stretch
because you’ve warmed me up.
And set my dreams on fire.

I am not flame.
Or anything close to it.
Desire
separates me from your skin.
Behind glass.

And somehow,
I feel seen.

There is no smoke.
There is no fire
in one of those
cheap lava lamps.

but I bubble
the same way
when you look at me.

Burnt
to the bottom of the glass,
shifting
before I rise.

There’s nothing pretty about it
But I float
My molten body
My molten heart
Around and round.