Undercover in the dark
I type out a romantic note
into space where there are no answers.
Later on down the week...
Comfortably sweating against a prickly pair,
I debate my heart's impulse to
break the dam, because hesitation
is not attractive, or passionate,
nor a place I want to be.
Why then?
Because,
"how many red flags does it take to start a fire?"
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