Bad Ideas (I hate the title length req)

You are,
without question,

my favorite bad idea.

The kind that starts
with one drink,
one story,
one accidental brush
of fingertips…

and somehow ends
with my lipstick
smiling for reasons
it refuses to explain.

You laugh.

I forget
every sensible thing
I have ever believed.

It’s unfair,
really,

that chemistry
doesn’t bother asking
for permission.

It simply walks in,
steals the air,
and leaves two people
pretending
their hearts
have always raced
this fast.