~Her Eternal Kiss~
A lonely candle dwells on a table,
yearning for life from someone’s match.
My fingers are frail and awkward,
fumbling with my cabinet’s latch.
What I would give to be the flame
that ignites a person’s passion
that changes her food into desire—
her only needed ration—
is everything that my heart could gather.
For I would become the light
who protects her soul from demons
and her heart from lonely nights.
I would warm her body and moisten her lips,
‘til melted was her resistance.
My touch along with her eternal kiss
would complete our quest, our deliverance.
My zeal for her paralyzing caress
will burn for a thousand suns.
My aching to embrace her sensual skin
will pierce my hope until she comes.
All I need to find is a steady match,
a match is all I need to be.
Is it possible to light her candle
and aid her angelic eyes to see?
However, her eyes don’t need a flame to see;
they sparkle all on their own.
And if you are not too careful
you will flicker every secret you know.
The ending is sad, but not over
because on the table the candle will remain.
And on a cold night I’ll flick the box of matches
and deservedly it will kindle a flame.
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