the inviting fire
the one that did a little dance
when i lit the wick in the lavender candle in my room,
when the whole house was silent
and i could hear the whisps of the
inviting fire.
the decieving fire
dancing so beautifully
to the rhythm of every breath
i take in and
out
making me just want to
hold it in my hand and watch
it dance in my palm- but knowing
that the beautiful thing would hurt me
i dont attempt.
Tip it over on my bed and
it could end you and me mom said one night.
the blazing fire
the bright flame
that would light up the gold in my eyes
when i focused in the mirror in the dark
only source of light being the candle.
the fire
it could hurt
but maybe one day
I'll dance with
the flame