Aries Mine

Sparks.
Sweet breath blown on embers, gently.
Watching the ash fall back and reveal
Orange, red, gold, umber.
A bit of tinder and flash.
Butterflies taking flight in my belly,
Edged in bittersweet, cochineal, burnished
Wings unfurled and soaring.
Fire licking across my skin.
Heat, molten lava.
Blaze dancing on fingertips, boosting
The erratic tattoo of my heart.
To contain, or not?
To unleash the Fire within,
Or let it die back to powder.
Feel it grip me,
Demanding to claim,
To possess.
The desire for one such as I.
Steeped in power,
Reveling in the Inferno.
Fuego, Incendio, Feuer, Incendie, Brand.
My Aries.

Thank you wg. 🙂