Heat of the Flame

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Standing so close to the furnace
Holding the heat of the flame inside,
My heart pounds and I want to run,
Yet I know there's nowhere I can hide.

For the flame that you send follows
Til it touches the core of passion I hold;
Ignites in a ball of melting delight,
And I fall into that loving mold.

That finger of flame runs wild in my veins,
Searching for that sweet home and then,
It sears a brand that marks my heart,
Sending faint tremors down my skin.

The heat of the flame claims it's own,
And I keep returning to the fire;
For that nectar that comes from within,
Basting and tasting our desire.