puri

some fires cast shadows
from the edge of a room
soothing caloric presence
on a cold rainy eve

perfumed oil

some fires rage
from where the wind comes
consume land and beast
giving no quarter
granting no pardon
without reprieve

vengeful nature

some fires are beyond our
futile terrestrial realm
gasses fusing innards
warm this old rock
lifetime
upon lifetime

slip on your shades


yet


some fires refuse
to yield enough heat
to ignite someone else
to only serve
to make one wonder


granted limited fuel


why have a wick?