Fire Sign

Shall I compare me to a summer’s day?

Born unto mid-August Texas swelter.

Where I first yawned into the world of fae,

And took relief in my mother’s shelter.

So named Lioness of Infinite Heart;

Sultry, bright, and steady, my sunlight shines.

I learned young, presence is a form of art.

Practices my meditation refines.

When I move and my body fills with grace

And rhythm beats in a circle of skin

When the warm glow alights upon my face

beckoning to bare myself once again.

Born of luck, lust, and honeymoon splendor

I am the bonfire and you are tender.