love letter from an arsonist

imagine

you: fire

and me: arsonist

i mean,

i think you're hot.

i mean,

i know how to get you going,

but i would never claim to be the boss of you,

i mean,

i marvel at your power.

i mean,

i don't mind if you scorch my eyebrows,

i wanna smell you when i take my hair down.

sometimes,

we bring out the worst in each other,

i mean,

always,

we bring out the most in each other.

we run the gamut from

criminals

to revolutionaries

but we are best

when we are both.

imagine

me: ice cream,

and you: spoon,

i mean i wanna fill you up,

i mean you make me melt,

i mean

sometimes the sweet things

are simple.

imagine me museum,

all history and velvet ropes,

imagine you scholar,

head full of context and hands in your pockets,

harmonious reciprocity.

imagine this a love song,

me Billy Joel

and you,

Uptown Girl,

imagine the miles stretched out between us crumpled away like two ends of a paper ball,

imagine you road trip

and me apology

imagine us

in some hot town that knows us,

with hair that smells like smoke and matches in our pockets.

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