Burning Love

Write my name on a matchbook

throw the thing away.

Better yet set the book on fire.

I’m no good.

I will break your heart.

I am a blind man with

an elephant, everything

feels new to me

but who am I touching?

Kisses feel like stings

or the nettles caress.

Bodies slide

souls collide,

this the last of me.

Two can’t occupy

the same space

as one.

Who then is gone?

Write my number on your hand

then cut it off.

Sorry we met.

sorry I pressed.

Now I will live without you.


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