Monday, November 19, 2012

Fires to See.


Fires to See.




Out here it's cold,
Lonely and slightly grey.
But at your heart,
Heat like I've never known.
Curling vortex ignites,
And drives the heat to me.
Flames are not the hottest,
Where intensity comes from below.
Like your furnace teasing,
Stoking my passions to grow.
Intensity comes quickly in,
When I knew your name.
Like the fires of Hades,
Still your legend lives on.
And beneath your honey lips,
I was a man forever consumed.