Marshmallows By The Fire Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Ideally,
My favorite place to sit is beside you
Stacked high in your praise.
Stacked high in comfort.
Ideally,
You stoke my emotions
& spark the embers, now charred white.
Blackened & roasted
On an cool autumn day that trails into
Night.
You're the marshmallow that I crave
My idea of heaven.
Some of the best conversations
Left smoldering, dangerously close
To the wildfire you've created.
I've shifted and eased into ash.
Watching you recreate Icarus' flight
Melting into a wooden bridge of desire.
A flaming marshmallow flung into
The wildfire.
Ideally,
My favorite place to sit.
The closer we are, the more we burn
& smoke.
The closer we are, the more we burn
& smoke.
My fingers uncomfortably comfortable
In how sticky you are.
You've ignited a taste I can't question.
Left smoldering, dangerously close
To the wildfire you've created.
I've shifted and eased into ash