Fire Beauty Bared, born in fragile grace, eyes conceal but cannot veil the desire. Hidden within, yet not so very deep, is the yearning to test this fire. The bounty of such regal abundance, beauty clothed, but not in earthly attire, gowned in perfection, bared for all, the yearning in testing this fire. Varied in difference, yet at glance the same, her eyes it's there, silent and tired, the wonder of knowing burning's possession, in the proffession of proud fire. Tethered but not bound, bound but not claimed, if forever in a chain that will never expire. Determined yet shackled by it's misuse, the protection of this flames fire. -Angel/03