Warm at first
Then a sudden gnawing
As if it were warning me to keep my distance
As if my skin cells were toxic
The flame, if it were to bite, would leave a pain that was memorable but unseen.
It did not leave a mark
But it left an impression
It told me to not tamper with its nature.
And to respect its aura from a reasonable distance
Far enough so that my lust for it,
will not penetrate its yellow and orange embers.
