When you breathe on me, I am drawn to your
every nuance.
When you wake me. I am sudden struck, alit.
As you push close or hover I glow brightly.
In these times, I am rapt.
Not knowing anything but you.
My awareness of our firery peak is only in the
burn down.
Falling to crumbled embers.
Your smile. My reward.
I don't choose these places.
Were you to draw me up to land nearby,
we would renew again.
I am your servant, totally controlled by your
Incendiary Sighs.