Slow Burn

So volatile this sensation.

From but a spark

Temperatures rise,

From the kindling of kindness,

The gradual increase of heat

Ignites the slow burn of a humble wick,

Oxygen fueling the feelings into flames.

Disappointment’s dry mouth,

Like Nature’s grassfire of warning,

Raises the temperature until

Life’s tree branches of growth,

Be they Sequoia

Or humankind,

All begin to succumb

As passion’s flames climb

Into the spirit of ether’s embrace,

Becoming the explosive nature

Of unfocused love…

Abandonment.

Lest one forgets…

The once slow burn of a candle-like timidity

Invites all in,

Its modest flame reaching to arouse awareness.

The spark of beginnings

Can lose control,

Sending the rush of an infernal

If regard,

Care,

Appreciation,

Respect

Are left behind.

Heat and flames

Are of Natural Law,

Both Nature and Human.

The rise is inevitable.

How we control it is everything.