I want love
But exude lust.
Every new hint of romance bursts
Like a match head
Struck against the faux flint on cheap cardboard.
The combustion possess me.
I can't get enough of the light;
The smell;
The way she dances in my shadow;
The excitement;
The adrenaline rush of potential destruction;
The way she slowly and silently creeps
Ever so closer to my chewed fingertips
But never, ever, ever, becoming a part of me.
I avoid the pain that will ensue;
That incessant sting of her kiss
As she attempts to engulf my body,
My mind,
And my soul.
I can not have this.
I will not have this!
I suffocate her
And leave a lingering, whispering psalm
Of mutual regret.
I dare not play with fire
As I reach
For another match.