Poetry
like chocolate.
lingering on my breath
like a kiss
wanting more
to consume
indulge
roll around in it
soak it up
drink the juices
oozing out of the book
in my hands
in the late hours
after all the work is done
all the other work,
the one
that takes attention
and dedication
practice
after my routine
seems to have taken a  sigh
when I can finally breathe
guilt free
or guiltily?
as I revel
within the words
the temptations
the lucrative state is over
and now
I sit
and eat away
eat away the hours of the night
and lick the pointed tips of  my fingers
eagerly turning page upon page
the candle wick burns on
and the wax melts
curious and greedy eyes
I study the text before me
and melt like the candle
taking on the words
of others
washing myself
in the tears
that have streamed
down others cheeks
swimming in the ashes
of someone else’s fire.