Poetry: The Wick
Circling the flame
Fascinated by its murderous conflagration.
It’s energy draws me helplessly to you
Hotter deeper closer stronger
We encapsulate the idea of intimacy
Although we are insignificantly erotic, we are magnificently emotional
Still the pull is profound
Heat draws heat
Why do I burn?
Why is the perfume of incense around me?
If it’s love
Do I doubt?
Do I rub the wick?
Snuff the flame, again!