how comforting it is
to know that someday
i will have a body you have never touched.
and perfume you’ve never smelled.
and hair you’ve never pulled.
but
for now,
when i see you look at her
with flames in your eyes
that used to flourish
only for me,
i feel your ghostly lips on mine.
i guess our ballad flows
just as the saying goes;
if you play with fire
you get burned.