(untitled poem) | 9 September 2021 | “playing with fire”

This is what I get for playing with fire;
She was as hot as the sun,
And I just wanted to be a planet in the gravity of her grace.
But her beauty was too much for me;

Hell opened up beneath me;
It swallowed me whole.
Now ash by the fires of my desire;
Now dust cast away in the lost winds.