A Flame

It is the warmth

That draws me in -

Yes, heat,

And temperature.

I’m addicted to the warmth

That radiates

In the curve of her smile

In the rise of her gaze

In the squeeze of her hands

In the grace of her gait

In the sound of her words

And the glow of her face…

It’s the light in her eyes

And the temper of her thoughts I crave…

To be scorched

In the heat of her anger,

And the flames of her passions to brave…

No, I’m no cold camper

By a blazing bonfire -

I am but a wasp chasing a sunbeam

Among spring flowers.