'Could you turn it down?' he says,
Looking up from his book-
'I love you, but not that much.'
And grins, lopsidedly, that grin I adore—
Secretly, far too much.
What can I do?
The knobs are dysfunctional, the
Gradation markings erased over time;
Once turned on, you just have to
Keep checking I won’t burn you.
Perhaps that’s why I keep warming to those
Whose hearts are marked Non-flammable.
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