You Think I'm a Pyrophile?

I think
you like playing with fire
just as much as I do.

Why else
would you
keep flicking on this lighter,
nursing the flame
under my frozen core? -

Why else would I beg
for you to gift me
that kind of pain -
to blow the smoke of my
inhibitions in my eyes?

Why else
would we have fallen for each other
as much as we've fallen for ourselves?

- and why else would I
get addicted to fire,
the sounds it draws out of my helpless
little sulfur throat -

the idea of you moaning...

Why else
would you pine
just to strike me
like matches?

I wonder;
regardless,
we're burning this mattress.