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Poetry
Although my strength does not lie in poetry writing I make up for it with these few, delectable pieces.
Love, the Burning of a Candle
​Love has many symbols, the beating of a heart, the flap of a butterfly’s wing, the redness of a rose, the warmth in spring, the afternoon sun,
But love is symbolized, for me, as the burning of a candle
Because the flame swells when it’s the strongest,
Because the flame will flicker when it falters,
Because the wax melts and drips and burns at the touch but cools into a frozen kiss,
Because it lights the way in darkness,
Because it brings light to what’s hidden, within, on the outside, everywhere,
Because even that flame can warm a room, a heart,
Because with a gust of wind it can be blown out,
Because with the same oxygen, it can be lit again,
Because love burns, to the touch, to the core,
Because my heart is but a single candle that burns brightest for you,
Because a candle burns for a reason, it is lit to melt itself for a reason,
Because my candle, my heart, burns for you, the wax melting not for nothing, but for the chance to encompass you in the burning love I have that is only for you.
Our Love, Which Burns
​My love is a single candle,
And your love the flame,
And we were made to burn.
And I melted from your flame, you
Weakened as my love ran out, by the
Melting, by the burning
Of our love intertwined,
Tangled, a light in the darkness
Where we lingered, still and feeling
Like a wildfire over a forest
Of dry and brittle bones, shaking
At the intensity of the candle burning
Reaching for each other, our love
Destined to end with us, as your flame
Dies and my candle melts
We burn and we burn,
Our light guiding ourselves through life,
With only each other to hold
As you shake with the wind, and
I harden with the cold, the change
Around us strengthens our burning
Warm, hot to the touch, my love
Fueling your flame and your love
Melting my cold and hardened core
It is meant to end with us, it was
Always meant to end with us,
We burn for each other.
In your Hands
Because of you, my entire world swirls,
Like an unkindness of ravens, and
I dream for hours about you,
My mind floods, my heart,
No cash could buy this feeling,
Like falling sand, my soul burns, glows,
At the thought of you.
Faces I see but yours I dream,
Like the leaf that falls and the yellow of the sun,
The Earth is our home, but you are mine.
Sunday mornings with eggs, and
Whispers of love from your mouth,
In the sunlight of the afternoon,
My chest burns, swells.
This is our story, you and I, and
Though we don’t have enough gas,
All is smooth in our days together,
Our time together.
Our song plays, your eyes stare into mine,
My love is yours in a basket,
Protected like a hawk,
Like the wood in the forest,
The fur on a dogs back,
The wolves who protect their pack.
Your eyes shine like starlight,
Our bellies fill with the joys of life, and
We laugh till nightfall.
Water warm in the shower,
Windows shut, blinds open,
Desert dry and unforgiving,
The clock ticking down
For our time together is limited.
I burn for you,
I am in your hands.
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Home, In your Arms
Kiss me as you do, on the
Lips so soft and warm, inviting
Me in your arms, so close I can
Feel your love burning, hot to the
Touch me with your hands, hold me
Tight in my chest, my love swirls
Lingers, your fingers, your mouth
Searching, reaching for every ounce of
Pleasure that burns in my stomach, my
Home in your arms, warm and inviting
Me and you, you and me, no emptiness
I feel the desire, the love, the beauty,
The strength which binds us together
Body and soul and mind are all yours wrapped
In a bow with a tag that says I’m yours
Always and forever, in your arms
Where I am meant to be.
