Fire, fire
dancing across the
candle's wick.
I see your true
beauty;
your blue, red, orange
entrances some.
Fire, fire
dancing along
shadowed walls.
I see your true
beauty;
your blue, red, orange
intimidates some.
Fire, fire
dancing on my
supple skin.
I see your true
beauty;
your blue, red, orange
burns some.
But never I.
Melissa Joy Chesky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fire-19/
