On irresistible bonfires
In the landscape of love, there are flash fires that extinguish by themselves, there are fires that burn down villages and leave nothing in their wake, there are fires that are lit but never tended, and then there is fire – burning pure and clean – that properly tended has the potential to warm you for love’s eternity. Yesterday, the fires were dotting my landscape – I ran into someone who reminded me of a forest fire that left the earth scorched and destroyed, so much so, I had to reconstruct myself like a Phoenix, then later another person appeared who was drawn to my fire like a moth but who fluttered by afraid to be burned, and at the end of the day, I came home with the one who tends my fire perfectly – regulating my flame with uncanny ease as if she has been doing it all of her life.Â