Again the fire

         The words burn on the page like flames -

Words that only a certain maiden tames,

For they are striking and wild,

As is your spirit, my green-eyed child.

I cannot let go of your face,

Or of the whispers of our last embrace,

When your breath kissed me on the hair,

And I thought my heart for this joy should tear.

But is this joy my own indeed?

For I have asked for something few do heed,

And fewer believe that my will

Is myself again bloodlessly to kill.

Can fire live where wind does dwell?

Or will your own breath my living flame quell,

As I often have done before,

Ere fascination grew to something more?

My dear people, these do believe:

There is more for ambition to achieve

In lighting the smothered fire

And calling back February desire. 
                                                                        15 December 2010