THE CANDLE

Flame glances furlong,
shutters under nature’s breath,
feigning displeasure
upon his matchpoint nearing.

Wick seizes the glowing,
burning chance’s encounter
into the threaded nucleus,
warming to her core.

Wax curls for leisure,
aware of a distant longing
to eternalize itself,
while flame and wick recall.

No one becomes divine,
fainting into darkness,
bedroom walls surrounding
the whisper.

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