I ADORE poems that end with a question, something that sounds so simple, yet keeps to the theme of passion and the heat and all-consuming parts of a desired love.

The three lines per stanza worked so well, and though "hot like the sun" felt like a bit of a cliche, it still worked just fine for this. And with the title, there's that sense of allurement, at possibly being destroyed by the flames of this love, yet taking that risk, inviting that danger...

thanks for sharing this with us!

The phrase 'moth to a flame' came to mind while reading this. Well written.

All the best,
Ben