on fire

Days has passed since the first time but my body still recalls the feeling the heat that builds the knot that forms the trembling after is addicting the numbness is refreshing the exquisite burned sensation is uncommon and somehow the pain is relieving My hands do the job but i gotta be honest that i'd prefer yours over mine anytime they are bigger they are thicker they would know their way around even if they never seen the field but alas mine is what i have for today and at least for tomorrow but who knows if in a month or two maybe in a year my hands may be replaced by yours or other things should we find in ourselves the desire the burning fire the will to become one