From the days of caves
There has been a desire
To have and to control
To tame the use of fire.

Whether that fire comes
From a log for heat
Or in a ring of stone
Fixing something to eat.

Maybe it is an emotion
From a button pushed
Causing stress to build
A fire needing hushed.

But there is emotion
Born from a burning fire
You can feel it building
Becoming a sexual desire.

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Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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8 Responses to Fire

  1. Eric Alagan says:

    We can’t live without – Fire
    And too much of it – Consumes
    Fire – love, hate, anger — warmth

  2. Lesley says:

    Beautiful, As always!!

  3. sarsm says:

    There’s a raw comfort in fire. Beautiful poem

  4. Didn’t see that ending coming, but was the logical, poetical progression.

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