I remember autumn bon fires in the back garden (yard) in Brooklyn, NY. For safety, my brother made them in a big steele drum. No need for fire permits or safety and environmental laws in those days; just fun and fresh, autumn evening air.
You are the flame.the burning in my heart.I desire you above all else. Ignite me. Never let the flames dim. Belong to me and allow me to belong to you. Let us burn together. Let us keep this fire alight by any means necessary.