Live By Firelight in Original Writings

If only it were possible
To remain in an existence
Devoid of the oppression
Of the sun and all its imitators
The moon’s rays are enough
To permeate the void
But if a supplement were needed
Let it be by fire alone
Imagine a late autumn
A full moon and a gentle breeze
A scant cloud and the hoot of an owl
Or the cry of a wolf in the thick of a hunt
Our fingers entwined as the chill grew
A fireplace to warm our bones
Candles lit along the sconces and shelves
The echoes of flickering light
Dancing across our skin
Our smiles imprinting on one another’s lips
Our hands wandering with purpose
Our moans and whispers increasing
While the crackling flames of fire
Fueled what we always knew was there
Grasping our bodies with heat and fervor
Or were we the ones doing that?
The fire rises and so do we
It is hard to tell who will consume who first
But we are not in a rush
As we linger on into inferno
Then descend slowly to smoldering embers
We know that we will light these fires
For the rest of our days

Last updated November 12, 2018