Conflagration

You see, women are like fires, like flames. Some women are like candles...bright and friendly. Some are like single sparks, or embers...like fireflies for chasing on a summer night. Some are like campfires, all light and heat for a night and willing to be left after. Some women are like hearthfires, not much to look at, but underneath they are all warm red coal that burns a long, long while.



The one I want to find is like a waterfall of spark pouring off a sharp iron edge that God is holding to the grindstone. You can't help but to look at her, can't help but to want...Could I touch her for more than a second?

Could I hold her?