and match – one the other’s striking board
the sulphur flare of
I coax you to heat,
feed you pine needles and
you are fierce in your concentration
you consume these questions, these answers
these encoded woody stems
that once held blossoms.
As you turn and the light is
creeping from you so your face
is lit like a beacon and as blinding
there, you are me with that glittering eye
I have known you like myself
you have thrown flame
all along my secrets.