lights my fire
every log placed just
right
stoked with attention
to detail
those wild flames
in your eyes
speak volumes
loves and lives
lost and found
a kind face
eventually embraced
by the golden red glow
of burning embers
and sticky sweet
melted marshmallow
fingers
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
lights my fire
every log placed just
right
stoked with attention
to detail
those wild flames
in your eyes
speak volumes
loves and lives
lost and found
a kind face
eventually embraced
by the golden red glow
of burning embers
and sticky sweet
melted marshmallow
fingers
This was written the other day , and it is about my fiance . His time in the boy scouts makes his fire building skills excellent. I have a picture of him over a fire with the flames making this awesome shot from a trip to several years ago we took, and subsequent pictures of other fires he has made that brought about this poem.
