it's been exactly

a week 

since I remembered

what the scent of 

your skin did to me.

and the truth is,

if I were in

a program right now--

some 12, 18, 42-step nonsense--

I'd never 

make any progress.

because one whiff 

of you ignites in me

the same

kind of reaction between

gasoline

and a clumsily lit

candle.

You spark me.

You burn me.

You tempt me.

and God knows how I love

to be

Tempted.