This one is the blood rushing beneath my skin,
Causing pink lotus flowers to appear on my cheeks,
That burn bright despite my attempts to hide them.
This one is the glow of a flame at night,
And the closer I get, the more golden I feel
Until I get too close and burn to a crisp, melted on the inside.
This one is a choice I have to make.
I’m at a fork in the road,
But a fork isn’t dangerous until you stick it in an outlet.
And she is the electricity coursing through my veins.