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It melts, and drips.

Following its tenderly drawn line down the taper.

Beading up just before reaching the base.

Becoming hard, and immovable.

Just another barricade for the next drop.

Moving salaciously,

Tip to base.

Dancing in heat,

like lovers;

Breeze and flame,

Sending a cascade of sizzlingly drops down,

The distance from tip to base, smaller.

Closer, coming within the steps of release

Flame licking, and dripping it's way down,

Eating itself up, only to begin again.

Well aware there's an end.

No way back to the beginning.

Fixed in its place,

Only to kiss the flame.



7:38 Sunday, August 11, 2002