At heart, I have always been a pyromaniac. Fire is comforting on so many levels. It provides warmth and light, both can be harnessed to make many other things possible.
I can remember breaking the glass out of my mother’s wood burning stove when I was a teenager. It was only tempered to 500 degrees Fahrenheit. That winter, I melted the center of more than half a dozen cast iron fire grates. I am of the opinion, bigger is better when it comes to fire. Bigger, for me, necessarily means hotter.
Yes, I do control the burn. I have been burnt. I have had a house burn to the ground. All of those things keep me respectful of its power. Beyond its physical power, fire has an immense influence emotionally.
The flames lick ’round the door,
Reaching for the sky.
Warm and bright, they dance
In the pale moonlight.
The shadows play ‘cross the lawn,
Pixies without flight.
Your fingers lace through mine,
Squeezing just enough.
Strong and sure, you keep
Me safe and near.
Your gaze pierces my stare,
Allaying my fear.
Your lips brush against my skin,
Drawing my breath short.
Gentle and sweet, love calls
My heart to beat.
One touch captures desire,
Stoking the heat.
© Red Dwyer 2011
Tell me about you and fire. I hope your week begins with much success.