I bought a dollar store match box, half price because
the box had a tear in the side
it had lost a few matches and I did
about anything to save a dollar.
I knew the first time I pulled a match out of Creased cardboard that
I had bought an extra burn.
The first stick, she was humble
the Red of her face tickled against the grain of
such a flimsy box.
I used her to light a candle,
but I know if I let the flame burn,
she will burn down my house.
That’s what happens when you
get what you prayed for at night
when you are on your knees praying for a little excitement and
just a spark enough to engulf you
and she comes to you
blending, in and bent
but better at burning
than any of the lovers
In your bed
Lovely and wise poem. Nice flow.