Magnetic Fire

by Aaron Wolfe

There sometimes isn’t much to say,

But always much to feel;

When two lone figures come to play,

The heat is surely real.

 

Yet first the heat begins at glance,

A magnet there revealed;

So all begin to poke at chance,

Lest feelings be concealed.

 

Soon the sparks begin to shine,

Growing warmly under heel;

While chasing after all the signs,

To make a wholesome deal.