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Alicia Moore Mar 21
the space between us melts away,
honey forming in the warmth of passion.
we are golden and sticky in love;
I am made weak by the sweetness of it.
Alicia Moore Feb 1
I begin to weep,
my tears melt the falling snow;
a storm in my soul.
If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
I might burn your body,
then illuminate every dark space
and make it bright;
even if it doesn't reach everything,
at least we haven't gone astray
for a while.

If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
we would burn at every celebration,
in birthday or wedding cakes.

If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
we would be a farewell gift,
and leave a scar on every melt.
Indonesia, 3rd September 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Karijinbba Jul 2021
PC came, RD comes.
Their Nana fill melts,
their candles in my midst
It's key to lock tryst.
~~~~
Cyber virtual lovers delight.
Leocardo Reis Jul 2021
In disheartened passion
my heart melts
like the sunset of a
spaghetti western film.
Distraught,
Destroyed,
Dis,
embodied.

My halls,
The walls,
my wicked falls turn'd from stone,
dissolved to nary a diffid tone thrown by ******* bones.

An amorphous form born from the aimless mourning that now has no space to face and call my own.

Telltale swarms of which I myself did warn would come,
Once and again I crumble from what once which I would succumb.

Myself. Dear. Gone.

I am,
afloat in limbo forever struck with what,
I Left only to silence my mind until once again,
I would find the cut.

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My totality revised,
Scratched through like the words unworthy.
Smoothed over the rough draft,
Autobiography progressive,
Nary writing another day's pages.
Viji Vishwanath May 2021
Days pass quickly,
But I burn lowly..

Time passes swiftly,
But I melt slowly..

Days end with nights,
But I,
            never end with night...
   And will,
              remain as light;

       From night to light...
       From dark to hope....
       From failure to success...
      
I love to enlighten;
                like a candle..
I love to brighten;
                each shadow..

I love to burn;
       as I burn to melt...
I love to melt;
       as I melt to brighten...
I love to brighten,
       as I brighten to enlighten...
I love to enlighten,
        as I belong to candle..
            and am full of wax;
                 which is made to litten...
Like a candle, we melt ourselves to enlighten the darkness of others to help everyone from failure to success...
maria Apr 2021
Everybody tells me
to forget you.
Everybody's right,
but I still
melt for you
Written on April 5, 2021
Juliana Mar 2021
You are a snowflake.
Beautiful,
but I wish you’d melt
just a little faster.
Payton Mar 2021
Steel at my back
a welcome intrusion,
confirming my own suspicions, permitting my desires
—sharpening them, even.
Fuel to the flames.

Silken petals drip
sweet, honeyed molasses dew
nocturnal flower blossoming
—firelighting below Diana’s gaze.
Spindle to depression, kindle and spark,
we set the world ablaze.

Caught like a butterfly in the spider’s web,
trapped, held mindlessly, mercilessly betwixt
pleasure and pain —saccharine release promised only
from the combining of silk and steel, catching fire
and melting into one.
This poem was written in 2020.
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