Playing With Fire

Catch a chill, it won't be long
Before the warmth appears.
You see the light, a mirage
It beckons.

You feel the heat pulsate.
You gravitate.
One more step,
You levitate.
The warmth feels so good.

Temperature is rising,
you perspire.
Too hot to hold,
You fumble the fire.
Left then right,
you wipe your brow.
One long second sears your skin.

Catch a chill, hold onto it,
Don't get too close you see.
Don't defrost in front of fire,
It's games will never please.

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[Ed Hart]

you can't make a home out of a campfire