a thought
to a candle?
Have you hearkened how
its flame blazes
with grace, wavering around
a dark chamber, projecting its
passionate fiery dance?
Have you overturned your house
frantically in search of a stick
Of cold white wax.
Perhaps it’s your birthday,
that you so must lit it,
only to murder it away,
into smoke and nullity,
into a wish—yours.
My love for you
is no different.
My soul burns
With divine ecstasy,
In the thought of you.
And what joy, what joy!
When you come running
for me, to grant your wishes,
which ought I sacrifice for,
To the death—mine.
My beloved, it is no secret
how dashing you look
under my amber light,
as I watch you
from my melting wax.
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