Kindling

When you met me, I was mere ash.

Someone had come and burnt me all the way through.

I had no purpose. I did not live, did not flicker, did not stir.

A dead man walking, my only wish was to rest.

Resting, you found me. A girl with hair red like fire and eyes like gravity.

You are an inevitability. You don’t flicker, you flare. You are a continual flame.

Even in the cold of the early morning, you burn fierce and bright.

You are no dying campfire. Even without fuel, you blow the senses.

Though I had naught left to give, you changed me. To be blinded by you is an honor.

You elevated me from ash to cinders. I would give you what you gave me back.

A forest fire can be caused by a stray cigarette, an errant fire.

You are nothing so meager. I want everyone to see you from space as I see you.

I want to know if you needed me at all.

I want to know if an inferno so brilliant needed someone like me to roar and bellow.