How mesmerizing,
the flame that dances before my eyes
How entrancing,
as it flickers in
its provocative ways
So bright, so beautiful,
Yet so erotically evil
Consuming all that
gets in its way
How false that the
flame can be tame
A substance of life,
and keeper of death
Acting out its part in
the lives of all
Magical, helpful, yet
painfully deadly
How odd the flame is,
its characteristics frightfully
similar to those of... Love!
John Ackerman
Topic(s) of this poem: love