Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Ananya Chatterjee writes

Would you?

You've seen how
in a candle stick
The wax never
abandons the wick
You ignite the wick
Yet, it is the wax
which dies..

All the wick does
is grow dark
with grief
and hard
with the sorrow
of permeated pain

If I were to be a wick
Fragile and fire-facing ..
Would you be
my scented paraffin?
Could ours be
a love like that...
Unfair yet forgiving?

Frau aus Wachs -- Lenn Cox

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