Stay Where You Burn

Stay Where You Burn You don’t walk in—you arrive like trouble dressed in light, slow like a secret I shouldn’t be learning tonight. You say my name like it’s something you’ve already tried, like a sip you don’t confess, but you keep on the side. I don’t know if it’s you or the room turning thin, but the air gets heavy every time you step in. And I swear I behave—right up until you begin to look at me like a match near a wick of skin. You’re neat in the glass, no ice to disguise, but I still feel the burn when I look in your eyes. And I tell myself “careful,” like I might listen well… but some warnings just taste like caramel hell. So stay where you burn—don’t cool it down for me, don’t water the edge of what we could be. If this is a fire, let it learn my name, let it lick at the dark like a whispered flame. Stay where you burn—let the heat stay true, I don’t want it softened, I don’t want it new. Just pour it straight, let the moment spurn… because I like you best where you burn. You lean like a question I don’t want to solve, a slow little dare I keep letting evolve. Your laughter’s a glass I could lose myself in, a sip that feels like sin I’d commit again. On the rocks, you’d be safer—distanced, controlled, but you come through neat and you don’t play cold. And I don’t know which is worse: restraint or release… but you look like the kind that would ruin my peace. And I should step back, I should know my line, but your presence dissolves every boundary sign. And I’m half convinced you already knew I’d forget every rule just standing near you. So stay where you burn—don’t cool it down for me, don’t soften the edge of what we could be. If this is a fire, let it learn my name, let it crawl through the quiet and call it flame. Stay where you burn—don’t make it tame or blurred, I don’t want “almost,” I don’t want “preferred.” Just pour it straight, let the moment turn… I don’t want safe—I want where you burn. And maybe it’s reckless, maybe it’s wrong, but some kinds of heat don’t last very long. So if I’m gonna fall, let it be tonight— in the full, unapologetic bite of your light. Stay where you burn—don’t pull away from me, don’t dilute what this is trying to be. If we’re a fire, let it crash and churn… I don’t want distance—I want where you burn