"I'm treading carefully" you say
with lips that touch mine so sweetly
like warm chamomile that heats my body

A fire is meant to be kindled
and here you are stoking the flames
slowly and gently but
you swear you can't do it
that you're still too damaged

And so my flames die out and I wonder
is it worth trying to keep my fire
when we both know that
neither of us are able to nurture it
especially not right now

But one day I want you
to come and see if we can light it again