The perfect match

[billy]

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.

i really like the poem, but i feel i had to find it. no nits apart from the enjambment. most of the lines need remodelling in order for the reader to see the light. love the read head line (though not it's enjambment

thanks for the read.