fire

I’m attracted to fire. The spark intrigues me. The heat swelters. I draw my skin close, hoping to warm the coldness inside - the electricity caused by friction tantalizes, titillates, exacerbates, as my need for the flames engulf me. The nearness singes. I am burned. I move in. She excites my mind and arouses my senses. I am heightened. I am wakened from a long slumber. She is the metaphorical muse of my soul - a mirror through which i see myself. I am taller, stronger and more beautiful than I was before. Her eyes are aflame. the colors dance from blue to white and blaze a path into my heart - under my flesh - I sweat her out of my being. I feel the fire. It rushes through my veins. I shudder. I breathe. I am stilled, but my heart still races. My mind wanders she continues to dance in the fire. I am utterly consumed.