Oh Fire

If fire were this hot

Every flame would explode.

The heat in every inch,

The moisture across the skin,

The dripping, molten longing.

Eyes are melting and\

Legs are boiling with

Instinct pulling lover

To god.

Hands prick with millions

Of nerves grazing nerves,

Lip taking lip,

Breath evaporating

And sticking to the brain.

A solid form takes hold

Of a liquid, blazing body.

This god can hold lava

And kiss its falling hair

And look it in the eyes

And take it into his heart.

Fire is ice compared to this.