Why I wrote this poem… Years ago I was dating a man, who held potential for a really unique relationship. We had fires every night, unless it rained or snow-stormed. The meticulous way he mastered the fire held a double meaning, as this poem not only exudes the skill in building and maintaining a great fire, BUT the sensuality and deeper seductiveness meanings of the times we spent together around our fires. J.K.M.
The Fire Master
His skillful hands lay the foundation,
carefully arranging the pieces,
building a long lasting fire,
that will burn steady.
He sparks the kindling with intended eagerness,
sending shivers, exploding into flames.
The fire master has lit the fire,
igniting deep passions.
Flames reach height.
Intense heat radiates from within.
Billows of white smoke
drift away holding prayers of love.
White flames hidden amongst the coals,
lapping up the sides of virgin wood,
known as secret weapons of delight,
stirring desires of longings untouched,
deep Into the night.
Laying hot white embers,
that hold intense heat of sweet embrace,
into the early hours of dawn.
The master of my fire,
The Fire Master.
by Judy K. Martene