Candle
by Lisa Cole

The hum of the lighter is lulling as the glow starts to spew from the candle.
I slip into a state of dreaming. I am thinking of you.
The tiny fire blazes bright inside the glass,
like my heart burns when you touch me
with your delicate fingers. I feel like
I have found home when you touch me.

The blaze starts to flicker like I do when your eyes meet mine.
Your gaze scalds my skin. I want you burning underneath me.
We are hovering in the other’s universe,
but in our own seperate oblivion.
Our world shatters and is put back together again,
all in one breath.

Shadows are moving along the walls as I would like to move with you;
slow and steady and gentle, swaying back and forth, in and out of reverie.
We are caught in a motionless movement as my heart pounds beneath my flesh.

The candle is forever burning.