Matchstick
Poison drenched lips shimmer
Aching for just one last goodbye
A simple little memento, blessed
In twilight truths and alibis
Forever just a strike away
The mixture, lead and vengeance
A dress of lace and eyes of flame
The candles keeping vigil
In moments of bitter love and loss
His life was not, but this
A broken heart and a matchstick
From sunset-hued eternal bliss
J Douglas Stephenson
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Of Dreams and Desolution: The Poetry of J. Douglas Stephenson: Part 2
PoetryA collection of poems from the mind of J Douglas Stephenson
