Glacier Logs Start A Bonfire

Remember June,
The beginning,
Sapphire angel’s tears,
Rained from the sky,
Existing during a dream,
Undeserved of your presence,
The glittering darkness,
Overpowered your senses,
A presence you yearn to embrace,
Whispering, sweet torturous nothings,
Trying to hold your translucent form together,
Behind that fucking screen, attempting to breach it,
The inferno waits in a seething heat,
You yearn to be set afire.