While the three elements <br />of any significant fire, <br />oxygen, heat, and fuel, <br />create flashovers cruel, <br />the complete explosion <br />of everything in the room <br />at 1500 degrees and at a rate <br />of 37 feet per second, <br />my soul bursts into flames <br />at a slower temperature <br />than even the famous 451 degrees <br />at which paper begins to burn. <br /> <br />And yet this slow moving burn seems to me <br />just as infinitely hot and all consuming <br />of my over acute senses as any flashover, <br />and the mere presence of a confident woman <br />such as yourself causes my temperature <br />to slowly rise into the danger zone. <br /> <br />You of passionate heart, exquisite mind, and lithe body <br />have me all aflame, and nothing is ever going to put me out. <br />And when the investigators come, as they surely will, <br />to determine the cause and origin of the questionable fire, <br />there will be no explanation other than spontaneous combustion!<br /><br />William Jackson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spontaneous-combustion-3/
