Danger and sex
Is what I think I want.
But my insides know better than I.

I’ll start and wind up,
letting my line go a little at a time,
till I’m so close.

I could touch it.
The fire—I could touch it if I really wanted to.

But fear always holds me back.
But it’s the good kind,
the kind that exists in all of us.
It keeps us from getting burnt.

Well, maybe I want to be burnt a little bit.
Maybe I want to taste the fire.
And there is nothing wrong with that…

Until I start to think about the consequences.
All the fucking consequences…
STDs, pregnancy…

I want the first to be somebody I love.
Why?
Or maybe I don’t even care anymore.
Maybe I just want what everybody wants…
More than love right now.

Anyway,
He’ll wake up with spider bites
all over his body.
It’ll be exceptionally bloody.

And holes in his face from my casting line.
He’ll be a fish
That I’ll throw back.

And instead of being afraid of being used,
I will use.