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.