Artlessly (edit 1.)

[rowens]

I like the idea of fire and light. The subtle, possibly unintentional, possibly serious, jest or figure of her wanting to enlighten him. He, maybe, who's on fire. She, worried her words would blow his, or him, away, or maybe out. The enflaming and smoke and burning heavenly bodies carry throughout the poem. Yet it's, and at the heart of the poem, all art and artfully calculating.