Molotov

A spark of lustrous abandon
A patent disregard
In the blush 
You press gentle to my cheek
Tendered giddy
The burning flush
Drenched by a taste of 
Scolding lips—
We palpitate
On the soft deft clutched
Hand in yours—
Ignition in bated
Hushes against the neck
Ragged gasps in 
Shafts light on 
Salted backs