Awaking in the night,
A solitudinous candle
at the foot of my bed,
flickers,
a reflection in my mind.
I can't believe
I've never tasted the flame.
I lean
I crawl
Under sheets
Past pillows
Tongue first
into the flame
Ow.
the flame
tastes like burnt tongue.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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