Fire:

Whirling

Turning

Twirling

Curling

She licks at my fingers

My face

My hair

She is alive

And nothing can stop her

She lives in the soul

The earth

The air

The spirit dances

And sings out praises

Of how life is never fair

The spirit beckons

The spirit lures

She cuddles close to me and purrs

The flame she kisses

And tastes my skin

Then devours me from within…

And still she hungers

Still she yearns

But finds nothing more that she may burn…