but how can I get your hands
to take a match and strike it before me.

then your alight contours can dissolve
once you fling the matchstick down my throat.
I hope it catches onto this bloodstream of your soul
so it turns to ashes
that I’ll puff out -
the way you would smoke under those streetlights.

then I’ll melt every words of yours,
once engraved into my mind
with the numbing vision
of you with her.

and lastly, cool me down
- just finish me off.
plunge  my skins into the
deepest point of the ocean,
so that I’ll wake up in an ocean without you.