POEM STARTER
Playing With Fire.
Write a poem which uses this as the central theme.
Play With Fire
(For those who touch what burns them anyway)
I saw the matchstick trembling
between your teeth
before you ever spoke.
That embered grin,
half threat, half prayer,
like smoke curling from a chapel door
still whispering with flame.
You were ruin wrapped in velvet,
a lit fuse in a silk dress.
And I:
I was dry wood in winter,
all longing, no caution.
I didn’t fall for you.
I offered myself willingly.
You warned me:
"This doesn’t end kindly."
But your breath was the wind
and I was already flickering.
I came closer.
I came undone.
We danced in a ring of cinders,
lips pressed to the brink of ignition,
palms open to the scorch.
You tasted like danger and memory.
You kissed like prophecy.
And I let the flame write its name
on every soft part of me.
Because some of us
were born not to be held,
but to be consumed.
To seek the ache of heat
over the safety of stillness,
to crave the holy violence
of being known,
even if it chars us.
And yes, I burned.
But in the ashes,
didn’t I shimmer?
Didn’t I blaze
like something that finally
understood itself?
Didn’t I,
for a moment,
become
fire too?