I hear you on fighting fire with fire,
but what if
you loved fire with fire.
what if lovers heat up the dirt
with promises of fresh ideas.
what if two flames did not destroy,
they just blazed the atmosphere.
sure, birds might drop, things could get messy,
but chaos is hard to repress.
It crackles, ignites reflection,
and wipes the remains from a clean slate,
like love right?