Candles Burn
Like matches don’t play with them
Candles Burn
Candles burn if you play with them
just like matches do
flames do not care for reason
they only know how to take
She lit one for the mood
watched wax run like slow honey
shadows moving on the walls
heat curling the air above
It was easy to lean closer
to see the glow touch her skin
the room breathing with the fire
soft and dangerous at once
She thought of all the things
that start small and end wild
a spark in the corner of the eye
a word spoken without care
Candles burn if you play with them
and so do people
you think you can hold the heat
until it slips from your hands
She had seen curtains catch
in a breathless instant
flame racing upward
too quick to stop
had smelled the sharp bite of smoke
heard the frantic crack of glass
A candle is gentle until it isn’t
its warmth turning to hunger
its glow to a blinding roar
it will take the air from your lungs
and leave only black in its wake
Candles burn if you play with them
just like matches do
and nothing you love will last
once the fire has found it
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