a candle's worth

"The game isn't worth
the candle," she sighed
and moved it to touch
the curtain ablaze. I tore
off her dress to beat the flames
she stood in the (suddenly) naked
window demurely-framed. "You pixie!
You sprite!" I oafed like a bore.
"We live in the light this electric age!
We don't measure games by a candle's
worth!" "Well this one," she lithed
"was worth it, and more." I had been
outplayed. I conceded with grace,
as I always at least more usually
do. As I always at least or more
usually lose. We've burned
many candles between us
two.