I long to twist open the cap

and indulge into the heat

it wants to reach out and warm my tongue

it smells so sweet, but I know once I take a small taste it will linger

since you left, my tongue has felt no spice

I have felt no warmth

but the memory remains

your taste makes me want to pour this entire canister onto my eager tongue

I tasted you third degree

and have never wanted to heal my wounds

I would sift through the ashes of us just to taste another ember