Bonfire

A drippy faucets leaks molten lava
Creating a fiery escape to a world
Where music and smoke melt the barriers
Along our simplistically complex minds
My flash tingles at the tongue licking
A wooden friend that only smolders
When you don't feed it when you should
Pass the can with the contorted sides
A controversy in its aluminum
I'll wipe the beads of sweat away
As they drip like the fire before me
A lonely moth flies up an greets me
With tiny wing kisses upon my hand
A pleasant surprise lasting only seconds
It dives into the end