An ode to me you sing

Bright as candles
from a second story window
flickering prayerless faith

Shadowed fears,
writhing,
the pain screams in agony to itself
for I feel none

None
with those eyes above mine
that chest against this one
and your voice by my ears

Together breathless,
***** streetlamp reflections
beneath puddles
you pant my name from above me

Rasping ghost like
cigarettes as sound
pound
pound
pound
due to an addictive habit

But smoking aside
and all else upon which we’ve relied…
love is the flame
of which I’ve the most pride