The Essential Kind

The Essential Kind

I have a particular desire
To fill my soul with more fire.

Not the angry blow up
“I hate you!” kind.

Nor the cold controlled
Gas logs behind a glass
Wall kind.

But the warm in the belly
Glowing, aboriginal
Smoke in your hair
Campfire kind.

The essential kind of fire.

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