I strike a matchstick
Your face lights up
The sun sets in your eyes.
You smell of me
And I of you
Dusk bids us both goodbye.

In sweet embrace
As ties untie
You kill once more in greed
I beg for you
And you for me
In silence passion bleed.

I burn my hand.
The room falls dark
You feel for me in haste.
A stolen kiss
A soft reproach.
I bask in my conquest.

You despise dark
And so do I.
We let a suspense loom
As love meets lust
With untrained hands
A matchstick burns my room.