Roundhouse romance (part 2)

Roundhouse romance.

There are four homes within roundhouse romance.

2) Fire.

They say don't play with fire. They say you'll get hurt if you play with fire, you might hurt others if you play with fire. A moth to the flame, drawn into your game. Eager to press start. You were a risk, a challenge intimidating and bright I've never seen a glow that felt so right, so safe to touch but this isn't nearly enough. They say don't play with fire, I pressed start. They say you'll get hurt, your purification burns to my satisfaction. They say you'll hurt others, you're so bright I can't even see anyone else around insight.

Freedom. Your fire was the ignition to my truth. We all possess fire, it's meant to be played with, explored, sought.

Ignite the truth within you. Only keep around those who would never dream of putting out your light. It's all the things you reflect back to me, scary but I want more I want to see, hear, touch, know more, it's overwhelming but the warmth keeps me from freezing up, keeps me going forth with protection and light.

The warmth your body possesses is the warmth my body has been yearning for, calming and tranquil. Some may think the fire you possess is too hot, others may say it's not hot enough, but those some and those others aren't the twin flame your body matches. Your fire is perfect, your fire is elegant, your fire is breathtaking. The type to light the way through the dark, the type to burn my incense releasing sweet soothing scents under a trace, let's dance and remove the bondage of the masks, the type to light my sage to purify my space. It's everything I need.

The thing about the warmth, about the burn, about the heat, is that it needs feeding. Fire needs food. Passion, intimacy, craving. Your fire needs the right food with the right match. They say don't play with fire, they say you'll get hurt if you play with fire, you might hurt others if you play with fire. Sometimes we feed the fire the wrong type of food. Food not fit for fire, food fire chokes on and thrives on, not fit for us, in which we choke and do not survive on. Anger, jealousy, and possessiveness. We all come with our own flame, some people's flames are much more unstable than others, much bigger than others, and much more clouded and difficult to see, it all depends on what we feed our flames and who we allow to feed and feed on. Some flames can be much bigger than others, blinding anger. Flames can be more unstable than others, threatening envy. Some flames can be more clouded and difficult to see than others, jealousy.

Just remember some people feed firelight and there is a reason why some only come out at night. Once we realise our fire is too close to hurting us, we panic, we blow, it rages and rampages through our essence, uncomfortable pain why must we meet again? well, how else were you going to finally become aware of the dangers you can no longer bare? but yet keep driving ourselves towards, moths to a flame. Breath with the fire, not on it, the smoke will bellow a beckoning call to the ethers and they'll always be able to reach us, as the flame follows your breath downwards open your eyes and take a look at your surroundings, ashes, now rise up.

Press start again. the purification is always intended for the new beginnings in which you needed or refused to accompany, do not fear it always get near it and know the beauty that'll flicker from the dust.

I'm intense because fire can only dance with fire. I'm passionate because fire can only dance with fire. I'm intimate because fire can only dance with fire. Adding fire to fire creates more intensity more passion more intimacy. Let's dance to the flicker of our flame. Embrace. Don't run from your fire and I won't run from mine, let's combine let's shine, brighter and brighter our souls grow, whilst smaller and smaller extinguish the ego. Performance pitch-perfect I know nothing yet of this burn but have my lighter ready as for the soul it is a deep curiosity and yearn. desperately racing from one warmth to the next comfort.

Verging on dangerous at times, that's normal we were never promised perfection, but we're not just fire, we've come here with the resources to balance and harmonize, the more unstable the flame the more you explore outside of the fire, open the door of your other houses we have set up shop, it's here where we can stop and gather ingredients for the right temperature for a faultless flame. It's a fun game, along the way, turning up and down the flame will resonate with those sparked, not all will be there to dance the same dance as your fire, do you know of it yet? how bright has it burned and what or whom was the cause? the smoke bellows into the air rich aromas that your scent picks up on with mighty interest, it's here where you fire will rest, for now.

"remember you are fire, burn, tame, ignite"