Matchsticks and Candles (wrote this last night)

I reach for the match
and stroke it
as the candle silently comes alive
The ember burns as I watch
it dance like an
erotic dancer on the pole
She sways and flicks
and burns my cheek
I smile
watching
as the flame dances the
night away
I bathe in its warmth
and bask in its light
When it dies out
I die along too