A matchstick -

Carefully pulled out

Of its

Cleverly decorated box

Slid open in a painfully

Slow gesture

Strong fingers approaching

Taking in between

Fingerprints the body

Pushing it against

The striker

Subtle motion

In unison of

Explosive chemicals

Hardened into the shell

Bursting into a flame

In between your hands

Cupping fire to light

Lips waiting

Smoldering from floor

To ceiling in heat

Fanning flames unleashed

Wild from head to toe

Taking one long note

Of the rest stop

Overflowing with lava

And love

Eternal fires below

Echo your name

Beating a pulse

That only you can tame

With one passionate strike

Of your matchstick.