I Kiss the Fire

Fun with passion.

I Kiss the Fire

The sea billows,

Rages,

Swiftly over the meadows,

While I wait here sitting,

Beseeching the maelstrom,

To break through me,

So I will be able to feel,

The wind as it tangles me . . .

The fire as it blows through,

The forest that hungers.

There is forest that hungers within me,

I know that I can trust,

It to devour me,

So I take my leave,

As slowly I shift,

Turning, at the sound of the wind.

I stand with my poor arms,

Raised as eagle wings,

Teetering slightly,

While the storm waits for me,

As I have waited for it,

And, I embrace it.

Its disguise to me has shaken,

For I know the rage has been used,

And I know a brutal kiss,

The fire blows upon my lips.

Why have you been disguised,

A mask, that crept from the Earth,

Seeking from me a flavored penchant,

That has zapped my last zeal, and honored strength.

Oh, holy wise Earth,

You have teased me so,

Oh, your passionate urges,

Have gently worn my heart,

When all was sunny,

And I never knew what you hid,

I never knew you were really a storm,

God forgive me!

God forgive me!

How has this come to me?

Now I can’t stop it.

I kiss the- the-

I kiss the fire.

Fire.