Don’t touch it Secrets, I tell myself.
But it’s so warm on my hands.
You’ll get burnt if you don’t take care.
But it’s so pretty and mesmerising.
The fire doesn’t care, it’ll burn you up.
Just one more time. Last time I promise.
I’ll hold you to that my dear.
I know what I’m doing, don’t fear.
The fact that you no longer have control is absolutely clear.