strike anywhere

these conversations never start
from my end. I lay flat, relaxed
I never want to chafe, intrude
I do love to combust, react, but -
I am cool with silence, too.

If your cool fingers hold the match
and if you draw it down this line
(a small investment on your part)

your pressure, friction, heat combine -
this dull and flinty strip will spark
like skies of stars,

shot hot and sprayed,

to coax your sulphur tip to flame

and conversation - where there's smoke,

by such dark arts
are fires made.