firelight dances in the depths of her eyes;
glowing amidst the olive of her skin
and blazing against the brown
of her hair.
she is able to conjure
f l a m e s
with her fingers,
and
b o n f i r e s
with her heart.
"Do not mistake my
abilities with values;
the reds and the oranges
at my fingertips
are nothing
compared to
the power of my
soul set ablaze with
ambition and eagerness"
a body is powerless without a soul
and a soul is powerless without a body.
both are beautiful
and both are deadly;
but it was this night that he learned
to never mess with a matter of the heart
because to mess with a matter of the heart,
is to mess with a woman of fire.
