Fuego

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They say fire has no friends—
so why am I entranced?
Why won’t the compulsion leave me?

To reach out, to touch,
knowing its wicked tongue will scorch,
its kiss will scar.

Yet I am hypnotized—
by the sway of its golden dance,
by the whisper of heat against my skin,
by the promise of warmth in a world so cold.

Sweetly, the fire calls my name,
luring me into its embrace.
For a fleeting moment, I am lost.
For a fleeting moment, I am whole.