Sense Sonnet - Acher

Fire Game

Playing with matches is the child,
Unaware of dangers that lurk.
Children, I have ever beguiled,
Wanting to know what makes me work.
And this child continues the game,
Enchanted by my magic hold,
And suddenly, the clothes aflame,
Unleashed, I do dance uncontrolled.
The child does shriek and run about,
Revitalizing me anew.
I guess there never was a doubt,
The child would lose this peek a boo.

Of human touch, I never tire.
One of the perks of being fire.