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Waxen droplets

Scented still with cinnamony winter

Glittering in candy red.

Flame cavorting with

Whispering sweet breaths

Silent sounds.



Little droplets leaving faint burns

On tender flesh.

Scorchy bit of pain -- exquisite

In its primitiveness.

Hadn't there always been sparkly

Bits to seduce us?

Carbon monoxide tints

Apple red Burgundy purple

And finally to a good and

Deep Bloody red.

Like button candy without uniformity --

And without sugar.



Light shining through and out of opacity

Cooled and unpliable,

Though needing only to be brought,

Near the heat of the merry little Wick,

To fall like reddened, rouge raindrops.

Or tears...

Into anonymity,

At the pool beneath

The voracious appetite

Of the Wick.



11:08 PM; 11:5:02