Melting Glue

You are the fire
raging in my head
burns all the fuses
and turns safety net
of distance into ash;
the intensity of intimacy
create flames that don’t struggle
with a lack of oxygen
immortal burning throne
seated
against my thoughts
it is me
who is choking them out
The cold hand
with which
I bury
a desire that should not be unchecked.
I struggle with myself
over the years,
some time
and not at all.
You are the fire
raging in my head
I won’t control; nothing to combat
my burned up roof truss.
Can we say
it is never too late?