He walked toward her <br />a fire-stick in his hand <br />and spoke softly. <br />'This is fire <br />my gift to you. <br /> <br />It is safety from wild animals; <br />heat for your food; <br /> <br />romance for your life; <br /> <br />Igniter of Passion; <br />The Secret Furnace <br />which fuels the Sun; <br />the Starry Blanket <br />which covers the night; <br /> <br />the Milky Way which burns <br />hot-blue. <br /> <br />The Heart's Flame <br />is Cobalt Fire too. <br /> <br />She touched his fire-stick <br />and felt the burn. <br /> <br />He grabbed her singed hand <br />and kissed it <br /> <br />saying: <br />Fire too <br />burns <br />human things; <br /> <br />Passion too <br />sears souls. <br /> <br />'But how, ' she said, <br />'shall I know fire which heals <br />from Stinging Fire which <br />burns my soul? ' <br /> <br />'How can I be sure my fire <br />is safe fire, <br /> <br />that all my passions <br />are healing flames <br />and not destructive ones? ' <br /> <br />He, said 'Fire is like touch; <br />go close enough to feel the warmth <br />but don't press too much <br />or the skin recoils. <br /> <br />Fire is like two kissing lips; <br />go close enough to feel the heat <br />but pressure too much <br />you chip the teeth. <br /> <br />Fire is like making love; <br />it can sweep you away <br />but be sure Fire's Orbit <br />brings you back <br />ensuring sure you don't get too close to the burning Sun. <br /> <br />When young be the bubble-bee sampling nectar, <br />not the moth obsessed with flames. <br /> <br />Use fires' heat <br />but regard more its light; <br /> <br />for Fire is both; <br />heat is good <br />light is knighted. <br /> <br />Fire correctly lit <br />is a balm of both <br />and allows Love and Lovers <br />to survive.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-time/
