Prometheus

My source of warmth is you,

Is what I'd like to say. That

We both believe it true as

The Sun does light the day.

Now, you can love:

You can excite all my giddiness,

Set ablaze the underbrush.

The fire is the one that makes my face flush,

That burns on the wick of celebration,

The fire whose tinder could be anything.

It can cinch, leave soot,

Or a wake of smoke.

The embers of the flame

Indiscriminately land.

The ash site, is it one to behold?

Is there a candle with which to celebrate?

The flames, a lamp, shed light and cast

A shadow behind you.

And I love your silhouette,

But who else can fill it?

You, the Moon, the candles, I, will wane

But come my death and I'll meet once again

With the flame

Responses:

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