Bonfire

"From what I've tasted of desire,

I hold with those who favour fire."

Have always enjoyed Frost's poems; they've always held a certain charm. It could be how easily the poems form layers upon layers of imagery in my head, or it could be how some seemingly innocent phrases could have darker shades to it, or it could be me being a sucker for rhyming words. Or perhaps all three. Makes me happy :D (& distracts me from issues I'm quite possibly in denial about).