the last match

by To Be Determined

in my hand
i hold a match
the last match
from the box
dare me to light it
see what will burn
your soft lips
surround my dare
contain the fire
inside and invite
residual heat

into a room
once cold
into a room
once hidden
behind a curtain
slide it aside
open the door
discover all
the other matches
from the box
on the floor
waiting to be lit


5 Comments to “the last match”

  1. Ok. I give up. Who moved the matches? Ha! Nicely done-again!

  2. Reblogged this on sailorpoet and commented:

    My final post at poet’s corner blog this week, looking forward to adding more to this great site next week!

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