Matchstick by J AG Monday, May 11, 2009
Not rated by the Author.
For My Blue Heart ... I love you.
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.
My Secret Obsession
Want to review or comment on this
poem?Click here to login! Need a FREE Reader Membership?Click here for your Membership! Reviewed by richard cederberg 5/22/2009 Hi Jackie, nice to hear from ya'll. Hope all is well. A fine metaphor here of developing passion. Blessings to you ... Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 5/20/2009 for some reason I feel seduced...
Reviewed by Felix Perry 5/11/2009 Very subtle sensuality delivered with class and daring, I love this one and love the comparison of the match.
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