Woman

So ideal, no flaws in your view

She must be the setback.

just

a

thought.

The amusement is old.

It’s for your own private enjoyment,

for sublime gratification.

And so the fire has been started, you must be pleased.

To your panic, the heat is intolerable.

Words

pour

from

your

mouth

like

water.

But they’re just words.

The more you spill the fire rages.

She

is

out

of

control.