she loved the
smell of
candles
in our room at
night
before we made love
i’d light three
one for her
one for me
one for our souls
coming together
the lights would
flicker, spitting
out images of
her naked body
as she
moved closer
towards me
then away
her motion
guiding slowly
with me
as our breath
become
just one
she’d wiggle
under me
and our bodies
created
wind
and the candle
flams would sway
the way
i did
inside her
i don’t
light candles
anymore
