THE CANDLE II

I saw wax stream down whitened cane
like semen running ‘long your leg
when I finished injury made
from white to red the color change

The candle held by bottled wine
like one glass shaft between my thighs
and out poured liquid from the mind
there blood tumor clung to her side

I plucked the bulge away its flint
like cherry snatched from wooden bin
and swirled in my mouth tied its stem
a syrah knot strong of accent

The candle set aglow my hands
like a welded catamaran
wonting to sail and decant
the wine from wick of flame to land

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