Sacred Song Space has weekly writing challenges; this week's challenge is to compose something about a guilty pleasure...
there it lies
within layers of obsequiousness and obscurity
a timid kernel
embryonic
beneath refined porcelain skin and limbs
that if breathe on, baby breath softly
would flare
inciting riotous, scorching
heat
but no - the mouse fears the predation
it abhors brashness and boldness
it fears the flame
finding monotonous comfort, in cool certainties
perhaps the kernel remains disguised
for those reasons
yet
it wants to burn and feel the fire
that lies hidden and
embryonic