Match Sticks

Location

United Kingdom

Your smile is cherry stalks

and Firefruit.

It both burns and drunkens

me with its smoky scent.

Your heart is the floating embers

that pass so close, it's alarming. 

Your eyes look into mine,

and set my soul ablaze. 

Because when I touch you

and feel your fire breath,

I become a match

waiting for you

to strike

me.

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This poem is about: 
Me

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