Nice Work, Paul!

My failure to singe you
fuels the flames you send upon me.
I should have dnown you can't fight fire
with fire.

What are we,
some tragic operetta?
One where all but I know you don't share
my desire.

Artful sin bearing "no
hope of hole or heliotrope."
(I hope to choke your "impious lamps")
You are not fit for flame
or pyre.