do not make me a fire

I carry warmth

do not build me a home

I have a body

do not bring me flowers 

I am in bloom 



But, yes!

come and wade 

in the rosy skirts of my fire

Come and help 

me explore my home 

Come and be witness 

to my bloom



Its your presence and hand that strengthens my roar.
Nothing more. 



But,

Fear my fire, 

And your wishes of blisters be blessed

Pillage my home,

And it's your soul who suffers the conquest

And deny my bloom


... Deny my bloom? 



What a precarious mission for you to presume.