A communal dance

Came across this in my journal. so I wrote it a while ago, but I still like it :)

The fire and wood connect like a newlywed couple on their first night.  The fire licks the wood, tempting it, testing it out.  It curls itself around the wood, hugging it and taking it in.  The wood cracks as the fire dances around it and I feel I shouldn’t watch as the wood begins to burn from the inside out.  The fire never stops as it moves over the wood, up and don they move, up and down I watch the flames flicker.  The wood takes the liquid movement of the fire and it seems as if they begin to move together, as one.  The woods hard brown skin is replaced with a soft gray, accepting each touch of flame.  The wood is transformed, never again to be the same.
 The fire’s energy if fading and the wood’s luster is dull: they collapse into one, putting each other out, leaving behind only the remnants of their night together.