within the candle light, lies the wick
who is the center, of her universe
supporting, and loving her no matter the hour
give me space
she screams  
to the wick

the golden goddess dances
in the wind
who comes and goes
as he pleases
and does not promise her
life.

the wick loves her, the flame.
she loves the wind instead,
who abuses her, pushes her around
and puts out
her spark

the golden goddess will proceed to sway with the wind,
never fully letting go of the wick
because somewhere deep inside
she knows
she still
needs
him.