i know i shouldn't
you wouldn't
we couldn't
yet i find myself playing with fire
the same way i used to lick
my stubby fingers
pinching the burning candle wick
and extinguishing the flame
before mom could catch me
on quiet winter evenings
we want what we can't have
or, in this case
what we aren't even sure we want
yet there's a captivating allure between us
driving me to break toys
make noise
cause trouble
at this point
i can't tell what's real, what's fake
i can't be bothered tip toeing
avoiding mistakes
and you and i won't dare
communicate
so, i play with fire
as we get cozy
snuggling
edging closer to the line
that neither of us would cross
would we?