Sitting across the fire from you on this cold winters evening.

Our backs to the darkness chilled by the tempest about us.

And all that matters is conflagration that is separating our being together.



The anxiety rises as the flames consume the fuel we have each gathered

and heedlessly lain between us .

The spirits devouring the offerings ascend searing the air, changing their shape and hue as they cool before vanishing into the ether.



This inferno is between you and I.

The flames draw me to you

but as always the closer to you I get the more they burn intensely

just like they have in the past.

I recoil from the pain only to gasp from the shock of the cold that encompasses our haven

only to fall back into the firestorm once more.



So here I sit in that confusing place between the positive and a negative.

Beyond the reach of what is desired and what would be of my destruction.

The longing of pain and bliss of suffering is what I have with perhaps the answer being time and distance needed for the fuel to burn away so we may heal.



In the end it could be we are waiting for the light of day to come so perchance we will have no need for the light and warmth of a fire between us.