An unexpected spark caught the eye
it’s presence demanded discretion.
Fueled by a look, a touch and a laugh,
the spark led to one small transgression.
From a spark to a flare, then a flame,
movement and combustion mesmerized
nearness to the flame courting danger
but as excitement it was disguised.
That small spark to a wildfire grew
from a flare to raging inferno,
and with caution never considered,
the resulting scars were apropos.
An ember among the grey ashes,
held promise of comfort and warmth,
but scars of a wildfire’s aftermath
are ones that eternally taunt.