My weathered fingers, caressing your flame…
…rubbing together, as the crickets chirped.

Your warmth around me, not knowing your name…
…the pine crackled, my feelings usurped.

You begin to hiss, your embers turn white…
…ashes are rising, now high above me.

A hooting owl, as dusk turns to night…
…time is standing still, your face I now see.

Out come your talons, I am your new prey…
…as you circle me, I watch you closely.

You want to taste me, become your parfait…
…intently I wait, but you release me.

Your warms turning cold, the dying pyre…
…within the fire, your lost desire.