Bonfire

Today the sun did pierce through my eyes, and blazed into the blackness, an ambrosial bonfire. And instead of me moving my glances aside, I aspired to watch him grow even brighter. And indeed he turned, to arrive at his highest, and without second thought, pulsed against the snow white. And though she melted, so still did she lie, and took him in, without any respite. And so I inquired, why did she not hide—for his embrace seemed surely a perilous sight. But gentle she smiled, and softly replied, “I truly covet what herewith transpires, and what feels precarious to you, is how he me admires. For balance do we, each others desires-- his heat igniting my senses, my cool quenching his fire…”