What is “burning”?
You closed yourself up in your body,
the flower of you skinned in a bud
so I was left only with a breath of perfume
and the night air, on which the perfume drifted.
Burning is the occult complicity
between the flame and the fuel:
so deep, that bond;
so strong, that secret.
I was left only with the scent of your skin.
Left, only with the night air.
I was left only with everything.