He’s embarrassed she can’t leave the room silently,
He asks her where the fire is,
She says” in you”,
She’s kindles the burn by spitting gasoline on his chest,
She says he’s too hot to touch,
He says not yet,
She says “you need to chill”,
He’s says “I’m soaking wet”,
She yells “you gotta chill”
He says ‘I’ll try my best”,
The door slams and he grabs a fork,
He stabbed into-
Unroasted pork,
He risks for fun,
She spits for sport,
They crash and burn,
His coddled flame,
In the end…
He’s still to blame?