He was the warm embrace of twilight,
Igniting a fire in me I cannot put out.
He cricks and crackles like the hickory wood bonfire
On a chilly, autumn night.
The sweet smell of his smoke that permeates the air
Around you and leaves its trace in the clothes
You wore.

He is fire on a sandy beach.
Waving to the gentle tides of my black waters
Carefully not getting too close for fear of extinguishment.
He dare send his orange embers to float on my waves.
He does not fear our opposing spirits
Or how if he gets to close I will reluctantly but quickly end his flames.
The hiss as if he’s hurting from his quick demise.

I have watched from afar.
Waiting that one day I’ll be able to caress his fiery licks
But alas I cannot.
I am his killer
his inevitable doom.

He is the wonderful blaze I have come to expect when the nights turn cold.
He is my fire
He is my passion
He is my love.

So I will just lay here and wait for his sweet smoke and warm smile to embrace my sandy beach again.

I will wait
As I have done, and will do
Forever.