I was a mouse dancing with fire. Each day I was teasing the lashing flames that were licking at my feet, playing with how close the heat and I could become together. I began to take brave jumps over the height of the fire. It was midair through one of those jumps that I fell into the wisps of the heat. In the turmoil I saw the centre of the flame and realised my mistake. I had been entranced. Hypnotised by the fires beauty, I did not see the danger in playing by its side. Looking through its thinner heights, I was toiling to reach its centre. The warmth and movement was beautiful, looking as harmless as the sea licking at the shore. And like the sea, you cannot play with the strength it withholds. Your body does not belong with something so beautiful and calm, becoming so fierce with the hold of you.