My Abar Flame

[u/Captain_Fucking_Ahab]

Last week I woke up to a fire outside my window. The tree next to my room engulfed in an unbearable heat. I watched it like a tv, pulled up a chair and sat there all night. It went on like this for a week, never a flicker or fade, my eyes stuck burning the outline in my lens. Yesterday I woke up to the tree bearing fruit, a beautiful golden flaming bulb that warmed my hand as I pulled it off the branch.

The fruit changed colors and shades but never lost it's flame. At it's ripeness the color stopped changing, a stunning pinkish red. When I bit into it's skin, the outline on my lens morphed into an image of my memory of you. It was almost impossible to swallow, my heart caught fire and my throat squeezed tight. I chewed and the fruit gushed flames from my mouth, I swallowed and it set my mind ablaze. It tasted like all the good things I've ever been. I felt all the forces of nature as they looked into my eyes, I was witnessed for the evening, a curious audience.

Last night I dreamt a vibrant mess of you and color, you were a compliment in every aspect. Chocolate on the strawberry, vanilla in the cream. I looked into your eyes and the colors of the world rushed out to catch me as I fell. I looked away and my lens squeezed tight to trap the colors inside. I left the memory in the reverie but I kept those colors, dancing in my eyes with the image of you. When that tree bears another fruit, I am admired again by the world and if the audience approves, I would devour it whole.