Burning
deep-seated chill possesses me
ice-hard and cold devoid of heat
in my lack and longing lay logs
of oak
seasoned and split since winter
last
aromas of smoky ash, inked
newsprint
oak and pine kindling assault my
senses
I strike a match with sulfurous
blaze
and touch a firebrand to dry
tinder...
like the passing of a baton from
one racer
to another the flame creeps along
the edges
of crumpled paper
pages...growing...feeding...
a profusion of flame engulfs
split logs
fanned flames roar with spastic
intensity
beguile me with warming heat and
fascination...
as a faithful concubine, with wanton wiles
imparts her hedonistic pleasure.
captivatingly, her flames flicker
and undulate
hypnotically...she mesmerize me
seducing heat radiates...caresses
my swarthy skin
making me flushed and hot to the
touch
I am like an asp held captive
by the sweet music of the piper’s
flute...
enrapt in the her hiss and
crackle
undulating flames impel me to
“Come and taste!”
I weaken as she dances for me...
seduced by the beauty in her burning...
myriad shades of gold with a
tinge of blue,
borne on a bed of glowing crimson
coals
There is no sound but my
breathing
and her hissing as she releases
her
essence into the acrid smoke...
She fills me with desire to touch
“Beware all ye who dare enter
here...
I will yield all that I am to
posses her,
but she will possess me in the
end
and feed on me until I am
nothing...!”