FireCat -15

I am a wandering pilgrim,

A self-excommunicated vagabond

I grabbed my coat and ran

Taking nothing but

The sunshine on my face

And the fire in my heart

For company.

I seek,

A lioness slipping through the reeds

Testing the water

Before the fire lights

And eyes spark,

Sides twitching in anticipation

The next ridge to run

Bridging the gap

Between soft, demure comfort

And a raging clawing inferno

Held within fragile bands of bone

And quivering flesh

Bound by limitless passion

and dark, hidden fire behind slit fingertips.

Senses alert to the wind

As it ruffles hair,

Stirring the spirit

To a seeker’s lust,

For the next moment of power.