At Wick's End
Candles in rock pool...
Water like the deepest sea...
A stirring began.
Two hearts turn to flesh.
Angelic auras ignite
Infatuation.
Silent, holding hands...
Yet full of words afterwards
Sent in love letters
With upside down stamps,
Scented poetry pages
Drip unfailing love.
Charismatic speech,
Uncommon romantic deeds
And fantasies bloom.
Unconditional
Promises prematurely
Penned with shallow love
Melt souls like soft wax.
Formless objects of desire
At wick end's dead flames
Reveal the candles'
Mistaken identities-
"I thought I knew you's".
Reality lights
On the still, stagnant pool with
Ripples of "you said's".
Glowing nimbuses
Form the rolling thunderheads
And vapors of rain.
Soft shoulders turn cold.
Tongues set on fire with Hell's rage
Turn indifferent.
Two hearts become stone,
And the first visitation
Evokes hurt and hate.
Endangered peace talks
Precede a trail of tears to
Extinct promises
In boxed up letters
Rubber banded together
In a hidden place.
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