crooked as corkscrews

i. in our minds, you
and i
made gods out of ourselves,

but when i wanted to
run, i found
the match you used

( i didn’t know
you’d already made
a god in my image )

ii. the flames danced
a dance of
blood and ichor

iii. “come.
( when did we begin to
bleed gold )

stay,” you said
“watch the world
burn;

i set it all
alight for
you.”