Fire tendrils wrap around logs
Slowly consuming them
I am scared of being consumed
Not exactly by you, or love
As you enfold me in your arms
Or when I put thoughts into words
I am being eaten alive by assumptions
The physics of the fire are simple
The carbon cycle
Turning sunlight into fuel into flame
By magic through a living being
And water back to fuel again
Maybe it's just easier to love than be loved
There is a universe of assumptions
Based on gender and who knows what
I read the Book of Assumptions
Is this really what I wanted?
I want to throw it in the fire
Maybe we can plant
A different kind of tree together
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