“i want to love you with simple,
like a bare singular matchstick.
one
stroke
to ignite
with no words spoken
by the heated flames of the timber of crimsoned scarlet fire.
as it crackles
with close
separation
entangled with the intimacy of firefly ashes
choosing to enchantingly dance around in abundant
joy.
hazily whistling into the glorified heavens
making the ebony soot dissolve into the cool crisp air.
yearning to be the explosion who
burns
through your bones
as you visualize red ecstasy of a
provoked kindle.”