Wildfire

And when it comes, it’s like wildfire;
Consuming, spell bounding
Inexplicable desire;
And when it comes,
It comes without consent,
Blatantly knocks you off your feet without repent;
Digs deep into your soul, and grips
Your heart, till the organ swells,
Explodes into a mess of abstract art;
It keeps you warm,
Feeds you,
Drives you,
Inspires you,
Redefines you.
It is your muse,
An indomitable force that subdues.

~mz~

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