Fire

Why does it bother me now

When I see a picture of you in my mind

And a thousand words come across to call out your name--

Your funny name

I don't even suppose you would be the one

to grab my heart

But your act made my thoughts wonder

Why does it bother me

When out of a playful night

Your name yelled out

And your wide arms gently

enveloped my tiny shoulder

As you randomly treated the woman like your own

And almost called her a sweetheart

Why does it even have to bother me now

When I should tell myself your stare

didn't mean a thing

And that touch was just a crop of temptation

out of a curious taste of sensuality

I was proud to say I needed no one

And free to linger in paradise

Until you came out of an uninvited romance

And provoked me to play with fire.