the bonfire

you want a bonfire.
you want sparks and flames
flying off
the pile of driftwood
burning, you want
the sky to light up, to
hear the sizzle, the crackle
of the wood. you want heat,
a blaze, a warmth
so thick and large
that it will consume
you. this is the kind
of love you desire,
not the weak flashlight
ones you've gotten
used to and carried around,
banging the batteries
against your leg to
keep it going.