just a playful poke

didn’t mean nothing by it

but he

lit a match

& dared me.

not being one to walk away

from a good challenge,

i

lit my match,

but held it at

(i thought)

a safe distance

he

stepped closer.

took me in deep

with his intensely beautiful eyes

his warm soul

his sharp mind, he

called my game.

left me

stammering

exposed

and grateful,

& i

fell

in

deeeeeeeeeepppp…

match to match

tongues of fire

dancing, playing

prophesying

joining

strength to strength

feeling

the combined combustion

&

phenomenal potential

for creation between

breath & breath

sweet good byes

in the morning

& catch you later

& talk to you soon…

when later came,

i

lit my match

& knocked.

& waited.

& knocked.

& waited.

& found myself

alone.