She is a candle's melting wax
a slow caress onto the pristine surface
of a strong body that softens in her presence
She leaves herself
molded onto others
a heat that overtook the light,
melting fears disguised in hot wax
stained on the holder
That is the way she leaves them
they are all just a kindle to her fire
coming and going
never the same as the start.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:33 PM UTC
She is a candle's melting wax
a slow caress onto the pristine surface
of a strong body that softens in her presence
She leaves herself
molded onto others
a heat that overtook the light,
melting fears disguised in hot wax
stained on the holder
That is the way she leaves them
they are all just a kindle to her fire
coming and going
never the same as the start.
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