Singe

It was a well thought
Out plan
To love
Safely,
Cautiously,
Or conscientiously
Amidst flames
Who were
Bright enough
To singe
My eyebrows off
If they wanted to
Without
Warning
Or provocation
And it wasn’t
Enough
For me to
Simply
Burn
My fingertips;
I then
Had to go
And bring
The entire house
Down;
Being made
To crawl out
From underneath
The smoky
Ruins.