By jay comyns    JComyns@aol.com
Date: 29 January 1998

candle

flames dance, their shadows creeping
all along the walls,
and inside i am smiling because you are here.
hot and dripping, the wax speads
all across the table,
and i am warm inside because you are near.
black and smoking
the wick burns out,
and i am joyous inside because i love you, my dear.