Candle

I am making eye contact with-

Fire held in a handmade house-

Set on a table-

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Aromas of freshly cut coconuts-

Or of rainforests after a shower from the sky-

Or of peach cobbler out the oven of a Southern kitchen-

Swooping through an entire room-

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Candle you are the disperser of-

The warmest memories, feelings, and dreams-

Your solid wax gives in to science-

The flame liquifying your contents-

Sending the senses across continents-

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Candle-

I have always loved you-

But never lit you-

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My father's fear kept the lighter out of my hand-

The matches buried in a drawer-

And you contained to the aisle of home goods-

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Now at the head of my own table-

You can blaze in all your glory