my dear
i'm sure you're fire.
because when my fingertips
actually brush your skin.
you're hot.

my dear
i'm sure you're fire
because almost every time
where we actually touch
i could burn up
and die.

my dear
i'm sure you're fire
because you've left permanent
scars on this world.
and i couldn't think
of a world without a fire
or without passion.
or worse, without
you.