You (to Bean)

Maybe it’s fire
that sets you 
to boil like 
some gnome deep 
inside the cauldron 
that you are 
chucking logs into 
raising your temperature 
until at last 
you boil over 
or perhaps its 
claws that squeeze 
cracking the shell 
where inside lays
the meat you 
that then flies 
in all directions 
I just want 
me to be 
water and hands
to you dousing 
and piecing together 
the boiled over 
and broken you