Candle Dance

       Clash of symbols
        Screech of strings
        Trill of flutes

Her body dances like
The single flame
of a candle
In her votive of black glass
The wax she is
consuming is mine—
my love is
fuel for her flickering light
which may only last so long
best to stay close
keep close to
That vivid little flame
and revel in its heat
before we both become
Used up.