ignition is just a spark

23 of 30


I wonder how many times I reached for the fire
already knowing I was going to get burnt
it's not something I ever acknowledged
...in the moment
like a child with a fistful of candy
I only knew I wanted it
never mind the pain that would be waiting
indulging my longing
...if only to feel alive
because what makes blood pump stronger than love...or passion
always understanding...of course...
though they might come in tandem
...they're not one & the same
but did it register before I leapt into the flame
craving that fullness imagined
by being needed...
...more addictive even than that...wanted
punch drunk on what I believed it to be
regardless what my instincts told me
that nagging little whisper
on the back side of acceptance
this isn't what you think...
flashfire will burn down without oxygen
& who's going to feed it
once the first blast consumes
nothing wrong in meeting one's needs
but call it what it is...
...honestly...
is it love...
...or just...
...chasing lust