F, Fire for a Fruit, Baby

It could be a fireplace

or any other word - love to start with

Love burning down slowly

branches of a cut down cherry tree

burning down slowly.

Fruits turning to hot coals.

I'm lying in a white dress made of spider threads

the sound of fire eating me

this sound this is you

the cherries

the tamarillos and mangosteens

this is you

passion fruits also

rooftops over the city

the sky with the earth crumbled to the pink blue dust

it's you now

and I can't go there

I can't go to now yet.