Desire

It grows in the night
Amidst the ebony skies.
Organically flowing–
Ascending.
Descending.
Swaying.
Warmth
Passion
Lust
Greed.
Ascending.
Descending.
Swaying.
The flames burn,
With crimson elegance.
Ascending.
Descending.
Swaying.
Caution is advised.
It seduces.
It captivates.
Pulling you in,
Like a fisherman’s line–
Unable to be freed.
Do not touch the flames.
You will be
Burned.
Incinerated.
Destroyed.
And question not,
For you will be seen.
Fight it.
Hide it.
Smother the flames
Into oblivion.
-6/24/11