There has always been a candle,

Just enough for me to handle.

Holding a dancing flame,

Lovingly contained.

When I noticed it licking at the curtain,

I felt worried and uncertain.

One spark hit the mark and the fire grew,

All my anxiety quickly scorched through.

I didn’t try to stop the spread,

Watched as it ate my bed.

I couldn’t do much more then watch,

All my interests turning into a blotch.

Glowing embers smiled at me,

Sparks fell like snow,

Smoking debris,

My love put on a show.

It devoured my life and roared ever higher.

If desires are a flame - then I’m a wildfire.