Just a Little Too Hot

This thing is, you love the fire.
The flames. The heat.
The danger of it.
So you are the last one to find the extinguisher,
preferring to air it out,
a bonfire that lights the night,
burning, always, just a little too hot.

About this poem

A poem about passion, whatever it may be. Love. Faith. Art. Music. Food. A little too much of any of them is just about right.

The photograph was taken at Clermont, one of the Hudson River Mansions of the Guilded Age.

Tom