To my darling and dearest
We’ve both lived in lightless places.
Cold and dark are our sisters.
Oh how we loved being alone.
People are fire,
They will hurt you,
But then what am I?
Even worse,
What are you?
I am fire.
Nestle closer to the logs,
And see if the warmth
Can thaw your heart.
Posted Sep 12, 2016, 10:03 PM UTC
I think what I loved most about this poem was how so human it was. We are led to believe that love will free us from the world around us that hurts us (side note, liked the way you made the world seemed like it would burn you instead of be cold to you like so many people write) but the poem is very self-actualizing in feel; it is coming to terms with the fact that both partners are indeed human, and they may in fact hurt each other. How does the narrator respond to this realization? He loves her anyway, and embraces his humanity by saying that he'll do his best to act as a refuge in the turbulent world. While "People are fire", he is fire, but in a different way. The painting of a fire to warm the heart goes along with embracing the flaws that make you, you. This is a love poem in the most real, flawed, human sense of the concept. And I really enjoyed it! :D
Thank you so much man :)