flame jumps from matchstick, kisses the wick and transfers - burning it anew. fire sparks below the mantelpiece, devouring each obstacle it meets. sky darkens with smoke air kissed by charcoal and breathes energy for flames.
the kiss is cold, tastes of chemical flavours and generic fruit. wrong time, wrong place - pick up, gather a few vitals and prepare to flee. quite by accident, the recollection lingers years after leaving.