setting my body on fire is easy-
getting my heart to ignite is the hard part.
convincing my hands to clasp yours and my fingertips
to intertwine around promises of a shared future
is a feat not fit for the faint of heart.
so lovers line up and I
lay down alone without a love
because no mind brings sparks to mine lately and
mere offerings of pleasure will never persuade me
to trade this expansive season of solitude
for another constricting romance
of no consequence.