Waves of heat pull the moisture
From my lips
And the smell of wood smoke
Stifles my breath
As I reach forward to stoke the coals
Of the fire.
Red, Orange, blue, black and grey
Encased in one perfection
Waves of heat singe the eyebrows and beard
Of my face
And the licks of flame
Light the darkness
As I lean forward to drink the warmth
Of this fire
Red, orange, blue, black and grey
Of this one perfection.