you're a fire made thing
molten gold
slow burn
in deep earth
boy
i had forgotten what it was
to be a dragon
to dance delirious
on coals with unburnt feet
and swallow treasure
with a manic tongue
you pull both riddle and song from my lips
like fire born of anchient speech
I get to be
and the fire gets to burn
not consume
but burn white hot
like the embers left in winter fires
like the viens of the earth
your eyes remind me
their is fire beneath the surface
of my skin