Candle

First,

your naked flame is coated

cold blue,

but in the cave of my hands

you widen.

Your torso smooth

like I remembered.

so white, you illuminate

in dusky night.

Curiously

tilting you to one side…

your liquid form

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in the palm

of my cup.

I watch your transparency

harden white.

then peel you

away

from me,

my identity

imprinted on your form.