Gentle tearing of inhaling;
Lucent ember, before fading.
Within my chest, a certain calm,
A fire no fire can reach.
Another shot of tequila
Tearing my throat on its way down
Into my heart — a benign warmth,
A violence of benevolence.
We fall in love with the feeling
Of fire igniting our souls,
So even if we burn to ash
At least we lived before we died.