Cold light of day.

Have a thought
before
poking those embers, girlie.

That untended fire
is resting
easy.

Did you forget
how it almost
raged
out of control
and who
got burned?

Not much has changed
in the landscape
and the winds still blow.
Adding that log,
poking those coals to flame,
however enticing
odds still favour
the certainty
of burnt flesh.

Sure,
for a while
that heat is
delightful,
those dancing flames
beguiling.

Fated to be
naive
and happy
as sparks fly?

Remember the cost.

When push comes
to shove
playing with fire
who ends
up pushed
and shoved
back
to the
cold light of day?