Fireworks

You want me to float still among lily pads and be burnished to life only by you because not everyone understands. You want me to warm you but scatter ashes of misconception around me instead. You want me to be the bronze cast phoenix that rises only for you. You want to temper me with your majority. You want to build me an altar or a pyre depending on what you create of my mood. You want my skin to be oh so sensitive to you. You want me ground into a spice of ginger that flames and soothes you. You want an eye that only closes with blushes of silence when hearing your words.

You want an effigy of me.
I want to pierce your retina with tattoos of my red-golden dreams.