Candle Beaux
By Christopher J. Bradley

The liquid mesh of your tounge
web will strike the spark which
creates our flame.

You should be aware of my love.

My love is like a warm candle dripping
upon your stiff wax body
until our flame expires.

I will cover you
and we will be frozen together
and you will be buried inside
what we both are
and our plastic substance
will stick to the
rock onto which
we were set
until the sun melts us
into eternity.