burns the house down

fire

fire is dearer to us than love or food,

hot, hurrying, yet it burns if you touch it.

what we ought to do

is not add our love together, or our goodwill, or any of that,

for we're sure to bring in a lot of lies,

but our fire, our elemental fire

so that it rushes up in a huge blaze like a phallus into hollow space

and fecundates the zenith and the nadir

and sends off millions of sparks of new atoms

and singes us, and burns the house down.

- dh lawrence

*picture: last tango in paris