I. Overture

I was taught to glitter. Go big or burn at the stake. Stand straight. Don’t break. Conductor struck rhythm into my skin. Let me tell you, this heart is scarred. Who needs a metronome when you can be led by a whiplash? When the next beat is about to break you, but you crave more?

I’ll show it to everyone, bare. Because if I don’t, I’d rob the world of it. Silence is the soul slayer, fear is the mind killer, so I will strike first.

II. Scherzo

step into the gods’ realm. Hands up, this is a robbery! Tonight I’m stealing the fire of creation. I reach into the dark for the red switch they swore no mortal could touch. Click. Voltage floods my defiled back. Fingertips push deeper; rhythm thumping heavy between my thighs. Notes? No, incantations. Sketches? No, blueprints of genesis. This is intercourse with the machinery of heaven, and we’ll have a child.

You want to know how far I’ll go? Far enough that daylight blushes in shame, far enough that even gods are left blinded.

III. Allegro Feroce

This is how devotion burns. This is how an angel cries.

My body cuts the veil between urge and act. Faster. Harder. Closer. Every motion sweatier, obscene. I drive the pen until it moans back my name in melody and blood. I am the instrument and I want to be played violently. Admit it! You wish I’d touch you just like this: no mercy, no pause, no distance. To feel how creation eats its maker, how a mouthful of hellfire tastes on the tongue of grace? You think you know desire? Mine is so unending, it can swallow all light.

IV. Coda

All else is kindling, cracking. Doubt, shame, tomorrow. The room convulses; time is pounding like a beast struck by awe. Am I warming you or branding you? Am I using up my soul or fueling it? It doesn’t matter. Stopping would be treason against the spark that made me.

If I must go, let me go incandescent. Not a candle on your night-stand. A pyre so hungry it devours the night and spits back the red of morning light. Tonight, decide. Warm in my glow, or join me in this burning furnace, until we melt into one.

Tonight I don’t admire the fire of creation. Tonight, I’m the one teaching it

how to burn in my name.