Burning Alive Poem by Carla Kitts

the fire licks my skin like I wish you would
but that's not something that you should
I can't wrap my arms around your neck
so I have to give myself a check
so I will keep this struggle between us
keep it clear from all hussle and buz
I need you but I can't have you just yet
and it's going to be worth burning alive I bet
I miss our talks we had late into the night
do you remember when we talked until it was light?
I miss you today
but then again I miss you every day