This Candle, Tonight

Unnatural, fire in your daylight.

In my picture it was dark and you were

above me your hands upon my knees where I lay

in the flowerbed as admitting you were rising

out of me biting your lower lip,

your face a source of light. Unaware

of reflecting, absorbing,

something

like an icon in your skin, emits.

The night is according to agreement

It shows the path of

light, travel moderate as burning and aching

in the ways of pain. I diocese the past.

Twenty-six years from your

birth, I stroke darkness

across your image, flat paper, sleeplessnes

and it splits r wax, half-clotted,

bleeding of great depth coursing down

the mattress to my material substance

the hot candle, your outwards breath, the

other side of this world.

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