douse me in accelerants
use a word as effective
as a zippo shielded from the wind
to ignite me
shall we count, then?
see how fast i burn
almost as if I were made
of dry, bundled grasses
whispering, shushing
what number did you reach
before there was nothing left of me?
i hope you were not distracted
by all that smoke
Words and Feathers 
The vulnerability of your poem moves me, Charles. If it isn’t someone making us smolder, then it’s us doing our own self-combustion. 🔥
Always a slow burn, huh?
Insert heart emoji here please computer. Computer? Damn!
She must be busy re-aligning the dilithium crystals.
I never saw an emoji in Star Trek. They missed a trick there! Most important 21st century invention. If only I knew how to use them.