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Saturday, May 24, 2008

As The Candle Burns Down



As the candle burns down,

So I am wrapped in my own heat

Slowly melting

For want of you.


As the candle burns down,

Only a night breeze can make it waver

Slowly melting

Like a dream of you.


But tonight,

As the candle burns down,

My eyes won't close.

My desire is too loud.

And your absence

Is the blue

At the heart of the yellow flame.

7 comments:

  1. Such a beautiful poem of desire and longing.

    PS: I added you to my blog roll this morning. :)

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  2. Oh, such a desire and a misting
    of sensual feeling.

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  3. Mmm, "misting", I like that. Thanks for commenting, sweet Cynthia.

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  4. Excellent:

    "As the candle burns down,
    So I am wrapped in my own heat"

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