played
i poked

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.

 

Comments:
 
vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 10/14/2008 9:54:49 AM
Intense - it pulled me right through to the finish!

OneVoice   OneVoice wrote
on 10/11/2008 9:43:12 PM
Exquisite ~T... you have captured the soul of something very rare. I love your expression.

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