My Fire

Alexander Knight

I stand next to a fire,

I know’s not lit for me;

I hide her warmth into my heart,

And feel in heat most painfully.

The flames all seem to dance for joy,

Not knowing I am here,

She burns and thrusts up toward the sky,

Without a worried care.

As I’m standing by this painful blaze,

My skin all burning red,

The flames don’t seem to dance as much,

Like her will to burn is dead.

Next to, I see a stack of wood,

Disarrayed and unattended,

I shyly feed two logs on top,

And quick her will is mended.

It’s then the flames leap out at me,

And wrap me in her arms,

An invite I did not expect

That does me little harm.

I realize the truth then,

As I fall into her dance,

The wood, the heat, the invite,

Was her giving me a chance.

She’s beautiful and warm,

And she dances fluidly,

And whispers heat into my ear,

That she was lit, and burns for me.

2008