Stepped

Fire it up,

burn it in.

Flame within

the heart of me.

Is it Hot?

I think not

just a glow,

that's melting me.

Where is  the gold?

There is no mold,

the melting pot,

seems part of me.

I just arrived.

I now have hives.

It's so much heat

inside of me.

Please get back,

don't do that

you're touching

all thats part of me.

I was not there

I had to stare

It did not seem

a part of me.

I stepped outside,

so you won't ride

and I can't hide.

The heart of me.

K.A.P.

4/30/2009