The perfect match

[tectak]

is best kept in a drawer, away
from any candle or temptation
to ignite. There is always
another wick of wood to strike
in books fueled by the thought of fire.

Better save the red-head. Wait
for the storm, who hangs his coat
on the porch, to call the guest
with the burning taste for darkness.

Yes,phil, I am with para on this one. The line breaks cannot add to the piece unless there is some consistency....and that invariably begs a rhythm.
This is burst verse for me in that is an encapsulated single thought. When burst verse grabs you you have very little scope for poetic meanderings as the whole raison d'etre is quick, precise and gestalt. It is almost like a rhetorical question answered
I was left wanting with this piece because it failed to convince me that the thought was "big" enough to warrant the effort.
I did note, though, that you were trying something new for you....and that is to be commended.
Best,
tectak