Casual Match

I only turned to seeWhat hand had set this inner field alightAgainst the flame I seeThe outline of a man against a nightTake back your sympathyI do not need to drink that bitter stuffI'd rather break the threadThat bound us close, and say we called a bluffA casual matchIn a very dry fieldWhat could beThe season's yield?My eyes have gone to coalIt's nothing I would be concerned aboutObserve the momentWhen the heat of love becomes the chill of doubtA casual matchIn a very dry fieldFire and ashIs the season's yieldWe look for a signBut it is not revealedFire and ash is theSeason's yield