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Paul Solis Apr 2013
On my day off from work
I watched a film.
It was a documentary
about elusive birds in New Guinea.

The male birds are beautiful dancers,
Who desperately groom
and sing,
and dance,
to win the affections of a lady-bird.

You
are my lady-bird
I thought.

And how I danced all these years,
And how I sang all these years,
And how we would talk on the phone all night,
All the years.

And you jilted me once
Unimpressed with my grace.
I could not speak to you after that.

When I dance for you,
The others crane their necks to watch
From there perches, entranced.
But are you, my lady-bird?

But are you my lady-bird?
Paul Solis Mar 2013
I am the wick in your paraffin.
Watch me burn as you melt away.
At least I can keep you warm
while I'm around.

I have made you soft,
But you've made me hot
And then cold.

You have made me brighter,
But I've made you young,
And then old.

So, you the wax,
And I the wick,
Can rest and cool,
Now that we are unlit.

I was the wick in your paraffin,
Watch me fade as you melt away.
At least I had kept us warm
While I was around.

— The End —