The darkness engulfs,
Its perfect silence like the strained hand of my lover.
Hidden, quiet, complete.
Reaching, but never touching.
Lusting, but never loving.
The match illuminates our desire.
Quelled within the confines of glass.
The wic , your heart.
The wax, mine.
The fire is our passion,
Inviting to the eyes,
Drawing, pulling, beckoning.
Your wic has crumbled,
My wax pooled.
Our glass has shattered
The flames unleashed.
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