Burning Schoolhouse

Angel,

There is a firecracker called the burning schoolhouse that is sold as part of those home fireworks kits. It is usually saved for last. I am sure that you have seen it burn many times while growing up. Have you ever noticed how it burns?

Last night we touched the flame to the wick of our passion to set off the initial sparks.  We held hands, held each other, and we kissed with tender passion -  our passion burning toward the schoolhouse. 
 
Like the schoolhouse, there is a point where the spark seems to disappear somewhere inside… You are left wondering if it has gone out or just hidden for a while – but then something ignites, leaving no doubt…

And here’s the thing with the burning schoolhouse – you can never be sure just how it will burn… Sometimes there is a volcano of fire shooting up from the chimney – desperately trying to bust its way out of any confines and consuming the entire schoolhouse completely in one quick burst… Other times the school house burns the way you expect paper to burn – more slowly, you can watch the fire moving through the schoolhouse and watching the schoolhouse turn to glowing embers that last.

We started the spark and we watched it burn… we played with it, fanning it higher then letting it cool only to fan it again… One thing we did not do was to let the spark reach the schoolhouse… I do not know how we would have burned – like a flare, or a candle… but I do know that we could have let it burn hot and until we were spent.. I wanted to burn that schoolhouse down – whichever way our passions would take us.

Just me.