She may decide: “No.”/
I may go down in flames, but/
I will be on fire.
Or
She may shoot me down in flames./
I’ll still be on fire.
When she doesn’t look,/
I know that means she’s “busy”,/
or she doesn’t care.
Women worship strength, /
love and caring before they/
kneel at obelisks.
She suddenly and/
completely would vanish, and/
I never knew why.
Maybe I avoid/
you the way that a moth should /
stay away from flames.
I want to know how/
to cure my Pavlovian/
response. Never mind.