In his eyes, in her gaze, in their loins.
The touch that sears, that brands. The breath, hot against your skin.
Fanned flames of lust.
Embers flared to new life.
So many images from which to choose, metaphors and realities and allegorical fantasies.
Charring fire, nourishing blaze.
Crackling campfires, aromatic yule logs.
Destruction and renewal and oppositional force.
Cold flames and burning ice.
Turn toward it, be seduced by it.
By her. By him. By them.
Recognize danger where also lives delight.
Turn away before you get burnt.
Burn with me across the landscape of Us.
Forest fires and drought.
Hellish humidity and heavy air.
Like molten lava, it is the giver and taker of life, fueler and killer of love.
Shushing hotsprings and heat lightning.
It changes the elements: solid, liquid, gas.
Forces of nature and forging of steel.
Cause and effect, affecting us all.
Dehydration and dripping wetness.
Dry and slick.
Between my thighs, inside your mind.
It’s the burn in your belly and the glow in my heart, the spark in his eye, the flare in her temper, the flush in their cheeks, the sizzle between us.
It is thermal and temperate and tepid and can nurture, sustain, or destroy.
All or nothing.
Sometimes both, occasionally neither.
It is internal and atmospheric, individual and collective, shared and intensely private.
I want to feel yours.
It’s been a long time since I last invited guest authors to write, and normally I send out very specific invitations. But I’d like to try something a little different this time, and you do not have to host your own blog to participate. Consider this a prompt. If the concept of Heat *sparks* your creativity (see what I did there?), and you would be interested in writing a guest post, please get in touch either via the comments or by emailing me directly at email@example.com. You may also feel free to utilize the contact form on my ‘about me’ page, here.