Urge of the Flame.
Do you sense the rising?
The mercury of your soul,
pulled by creation’s arm?
There, within you - spirit kindled,
centre warmed.
In the hothouse,
of your precious frame,
lies a moment, slow kiln-dried,
waiting to be overwhelmed.
Delighted by the candescence,
of this - your imagination,
the grinning usher of pending heat,
is watching you ignite.