Melted

We’re wax bodies clung to each other like scented candles in the night. Dripping hot we’re sticky. And when the heat finally dies, we’ll harden like bodies frozen in time wax turned cold. Will we ever warm up again?

Of Night

I wonder if I will remember those days with quiet filled evenings, And the warm rush of air on my face. The flicker of orange before the drowning blue and the distant shimmer of stars. How I admired the beauty of a city, Hushed by the coming night.   I wonder if I will be […]