i catch fire and burn for you
but the flames scare you
and you retreat a safe distance
afraid to lose your eyebrows
though all the kids are doing it
you’ll be back when it gets cold
i’m certain of that fact
you were never one to enjoy suffering
you’ll be grateful for my radiance
and that I ignored the no smoking sign
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Words and Feathers 
You have broken all of the rules . . . first words to come to mind after seeing the sign. I liked it.
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it!
Reading comprehension begins and has its life in accessing learned vocabulary. As I read your poem I went back to a time where I, among many passengers, sat in an aircraft on an airfield surrounded by frequent cloud-to-ground lightning strikes. I watched the fuel truck pull up alongside, watched the guy climb down (lit cigarette hanging rakishly from his lips), watched him climb onto the wing and begin fueling. The vocabulary I used trying to get our in-flight hostess to let me off the plane came drifting up as I read your poem. Good work!
I can see it all so clearly in my head. If only William Shatner were on board.
I think we need to be a bit burned… passion leaves some scars.
Sometimes it’s the balm as well.
Love this! The point of view is everything.
Thank you 😊!
Lots of layers to this one. Good work!
Thank you very much!
You had me with the first line!
Excellent! Glad to catch your attention. 😃
I probably would also be one of those backing away from someone smoking around explosive gas, but who know what would come of it.
when someone is going up in flames, there is no safe place to hide
Passion leaves behind scars…so what if we get burned a little? 🙂