Fire
You are the petrol poured over the old timber of my life You are the match that sets me aflame So my phoenix can rise You add fuel to my fire as you stir me with your blatant desire I want that you feel my breath Let it both cool and enflame Let it draw from within all that you have to give Then let us ride into the sunset and taste your nature at her most raw and most pure


Hello Fire!!
I like how the fire here is more than passion—it becomes transformation. The image of the phoenix rising gives the poem a quiet sense of renewal beneath the intensity.