Darkness goes out like a burning candle drowned in wax.
Its green texture comes alive and fills the gray room,
the wax hardening on white walls and brown floors.
Candlelight is replaced by green glow
and it smells like you tasted on our first morning,
new to my world.
The wax feels good on my skin,
Like you felt that first night.
Like Aaron last summer in downtown Norfolk
at 2am,
like some special significance.
No, it didn’t fill the room,
it missed us.
Faucets drip-dripped in the dark
and the rest of the world got flushed down the drain
because we made each other some kind of new.
“Will we burn in heaven? Like we do down here?”
The melting candle of love and lust burns beyond the night
and into the day
and into the night.
And we were there, lovely as spiders.
Me lying in your web
and you getting caught in mine.
We’ll always be like the happy candle,
always burning our love in worship to each other.
I’ll have to find myself in you to know where I’m going
and why I keep burning.
Tuve que encontrarme a mi mismo en usted.
Even as the flame smiles while we flicker and dance in the dark,
you and I will become the waxy greenness that melts from the walls,
our bodies connecting,
solidifying in the coming light of morning.