Prize

Lot from within

The softest flicker

A conflagration

Sometimes both

The flaws

Demonstrations

Of easy humanity

Still moving through

Each moment

Certain and still

Gaining momentum

Run your fingers through

My beard

Whisper warmth until

I growl with quiet, fluttering

Delight

Such a simple idea

What wonders lie within 

Being seen

Smiled upon

As though I am

Some kind of prize