How is it we expose soft palms to a camp fire
But tremble seeing a house on fire
To light our vices with a flame
Yet rain in our soul it does when red fills the sky.
Sunsets paint the same colour
Smother our senses with warmth
So we know it’s neither fire, nor heat nor red that scare us.
It is our fear of its potential.
Red can taint vision
Heat can melt skin
Fire can eliminate
Red can paint love
Heat can make it felt
And Fire can forge the rate in which your heart beats
Reach we do for those outcomes
But afraid we also are for scorching our hands
That my friends is the tale of Beauty and the beast
Duty that released your soul to the plane of romance
Serve it’s purpose and fight past it’s fear
Warm your soft palms by that fire that highlights how fragile your skin is
Let the red tones soothe its sting
And let the heat dilate your veins so that your heart has more room to beat your blood that so dearly asks you to not be cold.
Fires are not bright because they wish to be seen
Fires give light so that everyone’s paths are closer to serene
That is a tamed flame