I’m unlikely 
to be 
your fire
I am 
but me
and not
your desire 

Why want 
when others 
do too
I think 
it’s best
to be 
by being 
you are
the wick
which match
must find 
to be 
a flame

An itch
will itch
until it
is scratched
but only 
when scratched 
where it
is itching 
sounds logical 
then why
do people 
settle for 
what they 
can get 
rather than 
what they 
truly want 

There sitting 
sleepily watching 
me here
both us
bathing in
dancing firelight 
shadows move
like secrets 
lips to 
ear back
becoming one 
the closer
to kiss 
we come