There are thing a fire learns very early in life;
To blaze,
to sizzle,
dance,
desire,
tempt,
engulf
destroy.
There are things
a fire is rarely taught.
To be desired.
To be tamed.
To play
enjoy
I don't know how you got here.
Where you came from
what path you choose that landed you in the hearth of this fire.
But I've noticed your callous your fingers.
The way they are printless,
raw
and smooth.
The way you grip my body,
unpetrified
and stare at me as though I weren't the sun.
Hasn't anyone ever told you not to stare directly into the sun,
I think I might have mentioned it.
I think I sent you several flare gun warning signs,
I think, I'm not sure, why you're still here.
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