Flames are not tongues

Flames are not tongues
They do not lick
They do not
   wet.

Flames are a virus.
They spread.
They eat.
They take what is and
   wreak change.

They are chaos.
They are catalyst.
They do not form
sweet words
And sing of
       a love that never dies.
Flames die.

Or, if they are tongues,
They are lying tongues
And when they
Speak
Lick
Taste
Swallow
Sing of endless love,
They only feed their own hollow
survival.

But flames, like other liars,
  die.