A Fire That Flames

by Melpomene

Not too often
do I find a man
who will write their
insecurities on the
palm of my hand.

Nor does fire flicker
or spark a flame
let alone produce
the embers of
eruption.

Yet you carve thoughts
upon my chambers
like Hieroglyphs
portraying a story.

and satisfy hearts strings
like moth to thy flame
while licking the lips
of emotional desire.

Sometimes I have to believe
that you are truly
the fairest of them all.