Far away from light or dark, that faint eruption of the spark, blown from a rosy speck of nascent heat by the slightest puff of sweet breath against that most flamboyant of hearths- our enlightened skin smelted in our embrace.
Alas, within us that smelting inferno rages!
A cry for cold water should have arose! Some merciful sensibility, Spoken doubts backed with passionate fact. Reason from all those around us, friends who see the flames consuming us sinners already blinded by the salty heat ignorant of the burns already suffered. That petulant roar of the conflagration is already too loud and bright, though a mere moaning tambour between you and I hushed in the carnal weight of the steam between each other's eyes.