Love

Bank the fire carefully.
Savor its warmth and make it last long
into the night.
Tame it, if you can, but know this:
Fire is never safe.
One stray spark,
and your comfort and joy
burns wildly in a mad dance
of consummation.

About this poem.

Sometimes love is slow and steady. Sometimes it is wild and uncontrollable. If we are fortunate, we get some of both in our lives. Do I hear an Amen?

Tom