Fire Poem by Christine Kerr

Crackling fire, floating in the air,
Pitch fork flames poke you everywhere.
Stand to close, you will feel the heat within,
You know by its power, it has a creation of sin.

The eyes of coal have a glow all of their own,
It warns you to be careful of your tone.
Don't ever think of stealing a woman's desire
She may take the time to show you her fire.

Don't ever think that she'll give up and quit.
For she will let out a roar and show you her spit.
The image will hypnotize you, this is a fact.
This is not your time to be laid back.

Grab a stick, let it be your clue
The time has come between the fire and you.
Just remember, if she gets out of hand
A pail of water, says you've taken a stand