I want a Cake song like poem

I want a Cake-song-like-poem

One that burns my body as 

when I was in Arizona.

Free, yet in complete anguish

with the drama allowed only in young adults

or in divorcees

or when you are a poet, or a painter

-a graphic designer will do, too-.

I want to translate the anonimity 

I felt in your Mustang

or the blush my body had

in my never-to-be-husband's arms.

It's the remembrance 

of the quiet warm smoke

while I was

sitting in front of our house. 

I won't be near those 

never again in my life.

South Mountain is just blurry.

Downtown Tempe and its river lights

start to fade from my steps

except for

the wind while driving

and the radio telling me

about a fast car.

I'm not a good decision maker

Not really sure, never, about the outcomes

or the incomes

but 

I just know

I need a cake-song-like-poem 

that makes my body 

burn.