living on a firewood
house one gets to understand well
the essence of conflagration
a spark
a flint if taken for granted
can cause
what you do not expect to happen at all
so do not ever talk about
a matchbox
or even a candlelight
it will be too dangerous
to dream about you
you're hot
and flaming
and you may want a light
after a tryst
i guess once is enough
of you
the firewood house is about to burn itself
and soon i will be
lying helpless along the road
enough
of this ash
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