I light the tapered candles
The flames flicker in her eyes
As if the fire came out of her,
The warmth of it stinging
My fingers as I touch her hair
Or cup her chin with the
Palm of my hand,
As I bend to give her a kiss,
All this a fleeting fantasy
In my mind,
As the flames at the tips
Of the candles flicker,
Showing me what I want
To see, what it might be
Like, alone, together,
In the moment,
Across a table laden
With treats
While I believe
She is dessert
I don’t deserve,
And yet
Still hunger for.
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