55 flash fiction friday, what am I?

I resonate like a drum:

Thrum thrum, thrum thrum,

singing in stone cellars

to echo my abandon.

I satiate hunger in a tick of time:

for those seconds “we” become mine,

like a flash in a pan.

I warm like bellows on a coal

from a torch at the core:

into the chest, from the hand.

This is a flash fiction poem in exactly 55 words.  Meet the challenge by G-Man at Mr Knowitall HERE  , let him knowitall, and visit one other 55. Post on Friday, if you dare!