The Arsonist Poem by John F. McCullagh

Your fire red lips should have caused me alarm-
or the smoldering look in your eyes.
You lured me away from the bar where we met,
I was having a beer with the guys.
There was the faint hint of smoke in your hair
But, in Vegas, that's par for the course.
I shouldn't have listened to your siren song
But I'm a free man, just divorced.
Besides, I've heard it said
That a redhead in bed
Is about the best lover you'll find.
When her burning bush beckoned
Who was I to resist?
I'm not in the monogamous bind.
Now I'm bound and I'm gagged
and secured to her bed.
From this pyre I never will rise.
She's just emptied the last of that
Five gallon can.
Her lit match will complete
my demise.
'I hope you don't mind
That I leave you behind.'
She said as the flames start to roar.
'your Ex is a far better lover than you.'
She laughed as she walked through the door.