There's something to be said for
love like a loaded gun.
But when you're paying by the bullet--
what happens when the clip is spent?
Nothing left but a useless weight in your hand.
Instead, give me love like a forest fire,
engulfing all in its path.
A glorious blaze from a careless spark--
the kind of thing rabbits run from,
the kind of thing that turns subdivisions to cinders.