Gypsy Fire

A poem of fiery confusion!

The flames dance like a gypsy.
Begging for food from the rich.
She twists and turns like a kite
as the wind blows against her.

Her movements seduce the lonely.
Make them closer to the inferno.
As soon as you think you've won her,
she jumps out and slaps your face.

Her warmth is like a mother's.
She helps the nomads live.
Her eyes literally burn
with love and yet with hate.

But soon,just like the others,
she dies out slowly
just to be replaced
by another seductive glow.