Match

Contact of men impose

Leads most women to fail

Striking against anywhere

Through phone lines

Voices looking for the

Match

The word that catches

You, under the covers

Of love

Of liking

We all love to be liked

As jumping up hard

Inspires us pumping bikes

And laughing like children

Learning to ride

Spread out our arms

And grab the collide

Of the contact of

Your smacking hand

Knocking me where

I land

A bad match striking

The concrete

Against anywhere

They don’t make an impact

They just leave a hole

In your chest

Like losing cigarettes

On your best shirts

I put on

To put you on

And then suddenly

Find you gone

Like a bad match