• like our parents always told us not to like firefighters warn against we're playing games and making the rules up as we go we're matching warmth to warmth starting fires burning wishes into our skin we're hidden holding forbidden lights we're children whose fathers have never taught never touch but we're finding these new flames we smother at the sound of footsteps.

    Naomi Shihab Nye (2010). “Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets under 25”, p.26, Harper Collins