Matches

Match?
No thanks
Ill light my ants
To burning symphonies
-in other ways.

Ill let the world decay
In a choke
From the smoke
Of something else

The flicker of flame
I give
Will be much better
Will burn much longer
And will smell

Fresh rain-fall
Sweet.

Match?
No thanks
-I have two sticks
Friction to fornicate
And birth

A precious glow
Fuelled in the heat
Of three dragons
Playing cards and
Laughing flames

So keep your match
Perhaps toss it to
Join my dragon-fire

Match?
No thanks

I have two sticks.