Creation's Desperate Act

You are fire.
You dance with
The beauty of death.
I look closer and burn.

I see you with others,
The way you consume.
All this, and good sense,
Could not stop my craving you.

I know scores and odds.  I essay,
Creation's desperate act.
We look back, slink away,
Both our powers intact.

Nostalgia's a fair form of scar.
I'm not afraid of you anymore.