The Fire We Make

I can't help but recall
The way our bodies collide,
When infinite chemistry erupts
Without warning or inhibition.

We conjure deep pleasures within,

Every mission accomplished,

Every shudder a revelation,

Every sigh a confession.

You are a vision of a man,

Fine! And well equipped,

With clinical technique,

Too legit to quit.

For the fire we make

Burns with wild desire;

Though the flames may singe,

They’ll rise again, higher and higher.

- Sarah Kenyi © 2025