Should I blow out the candle of *** and love.
The candle that lit a part of the room
that sat and gazed upon our bodies.
That stayed motionless and dim, stagnant and consistent.

The dim spark tries to match and parallel the electricity that it watches.
The light stays dim, at the corner of the room where it is motional;
watching the bodies.
Quiet in the corner.

Dimming and fading, as the lovers slowly finish and sink into the bed, motionless and still as the candle.

The *** candle gets blown out, as abrupt as it gets lit.  

The *** candle sits at the corner of the room awaiting to be lit again, awaiting the movement it lacks. Never ready to be blown out.
it gently dims, just like the mirrored bodies it watched.

I'm going to have to leave my house soon,
I want 'soon' to last forever, but forever wouldn't be enough,
The 'soon' keeps getting closer and I can feel my house slipping from my fingers,
I can feel it slipping into my memory.

I am drowning in my own sorrow,
I see you in the distance on a big boat alone,
You wave me over with a wide smile,
I swim over as fast as I can,
I am out of breathe when I get to your boat,
I look up at you with a sad smile hoping you'll save me,
Sometimes as I'm reaching for your hand you smile then it disappears and you turn around and start the engine leaving me stranded,
Other times you smile down at me and reach out your hand and grasp mine and start pulling me up then stop, let go, shake your head and leave,
I never get on your boat, you have always left my stranded with me feelings and myself.