Striking a match

We meet at the green hotel lounge
Over cups of coffee and small talk.
We throw around perfect postures
Like a match struck and candle lit.
Our postures are vague in daylight,
Silhouttes standing out as in dusk.
There is moisture in the air, a cave.
Will a match strike a phosphorous
And a candle  lit for man and wife?
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