my body is a house

my heart a fireplace

awaiting another to enter

many have entered

attempting to escape the cold

but temporary warmpth

will always fade

but then another knocked

he stepped ever so cautiously

so as not to shake my walls

he traveled the stairs

exploring my mind

a place no one dare enter

he ventured on

even as the cold seeps back in

he returned to the fireplace

and from his pocket pulls a match

he has the power to ignite me

to make me flicker and glow

but i feel he is afraid

not of getting burned

but of burning me down

of engulfing me in flames

that he nor i

would be able to escape