Poetry: The Wick

by Liam

Circling the flame

Fascinated by its murderous conflagration.

It’s energy draws me helplessly to you

Hotter deeper closer stronger

We encapsulate the idea of intimacy

Although we are insignificantly erotic, we are magnificently emotional

Still the pull is profound

Heat draws heat

Why do I burn?

Why is the perfume of incense around me?

If it’s love

Do I doubt?

Do I rub the wick?

Snuff the flame,

again!