Blowtorch and ramekins

"Well, here's for your creme brulees,"
he said, twisting the collar,
huff to hiss,
yellow to blue,
"and here's for your weeds
and here's for your eyebrows
and here's to toast your seeds
and here and here and here,"
blue to yellow,
hiss to huff,
"and here's for the soot
up the steps
of your back,
and here's for mascara,
and here's for getting blacked up
and here and here and here
and here's for sealing this letter with wax
and here's for your newest husband,
his wrists, his ribs, his kneecaps, my dear."