unrealistic candles

Unrealistic
candles
worth
no game
because 
gratuitous.

Shaped
wax sex
and nudity, 
to burn in

scents 
that smell
like us

Available blood,
red, phlegm,
green or semen
white, or bile 
black no shit
brown tone or
yellow, no.

You see we
bought those up
as jokes, and sent 
them back. Too 
vulgar. Gross

What gift was this? 
For whose surprise? 
A light so wavered, 
fainting bright in
falling size, in 
melting sighs.
 
Who flesh and blood 
in spirit breathes
by life burnt-in
enough to grieve, 
when it leaves
human being holes
shaped perfectly

Shot through your heart

just
missed
your soul.  

Too much
to buy? Steal?
Take? Make?
Grow?

light only one

or rows,
on rows

let's stand
revealed in
deepest clothes
of sunset rose
on sunrise hay,
or strip and beat 
our naked skins,
'til punishment 
seems just.

okay
to us. 

Look.
It's much
to see. Too much 
to seek alone, 
what two can't 
find or be. But

I won't mind 
if you don't care
for me. Forgive us
please. We've had
to flee.

So keep it well
within, and kind.
Slept rough, wept openly!
Leap out and cheer, since
now it's true! 

We've only death
too far to mourn, as life
grows piece by missing parts
of you: so near, and much
too much, too dear to
fear bad luck and fate. 

Not here. This little candle's spent
a crumpled, drowning wick.
We've come too late. So 
make and mark our time 
with summer's iced intent.
Beyond no end is serious. 

It had to be in each of us.

This was no game
to form them up!
So let them shine
in token trust. 

In flame, we'll burn 
by light we loved, oh! 
Too much

once