i ask for romance
simple? i think

but i was captivated
you burnt the shreds of paper on the flame of the candle,
the way the flicker of the flame hit your face,
the way the corner of your lips curled at the sight,
the way the material disintegrated into watery wax,
the way your eyes shined with an almost unnatural orange,
the way your hand pressed between your thighs,
the way your fingertips almost left a mark
                                 on all of my nights