Volatile Vacillator

He was dead, alright.
I should know: I killed him,
then rejoiced that it was finally over.
Yet
he always came back for more.

That smirk of his
ignited my fury; fanned my flame.
“You’re dead,” I said.
“Like that matters. You’ve killed me before.”
“But I watched you incinerate while I dodged your daggers.”
“The ones that pierced through your heart?” he asked
with regret. “Oh no, I made sure they hit their target.”

That look! How it shifted the coals upon
my heart.
Fire
blazed
passion,
killing all shame.
Desire now coursed my veins.
Such rapturous Fire!

We put down our weapons;
the killing was done.
Doing what we did best,
we became
one.