I lit a match
to scorch her name.
Her eyes disguise lies.
I’m left with ashes;
ashes of a catalyst,
tensing a name that
cools all to still
far be it from
me to speak on
the phone to quell
her fears of escaping,
me leaving her with
a concept I’d constructed
to arouse her jealousy.
I ever so lost
control of an affinity
who looked as sexy
as she did the
first time we met.

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