The Phosphorus Sharing

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I hold the sheath of the sliding paper box
Push the drawer
Easy inside from out
Then my index and thumb attempt to separate
One thin Lucifer match from the pile
Lifted and held with forefinger near the tip
Backhand I swipe the head on the sandpaper flank
Once twice until the pressure is enough
Flame bursts grows settles rises
I turn the lit match down and move deliberately towards the candle
Stick to the wick until the sharing takes place
When transfer is complete the shriveled wood has done its work
I pull it away and blow to deprive it of air 
Kill it. One life over, another begun.