By Froggirl ( frogglovingirl@yahoo.com)
Date: 15 February 2000

Love of a Candle

every night my love comes to the kitchen
and takes me from my cabinet
i look forward to her coming all day 
today was no different
i heard her footsteps and saw my door open
i watched patiently
as she moved the plates
then she climbed up 
to see into my world
raising her hand reaching out to me
finally my time had come to go out yet again
she held me in her hand 
as if i were one of those empty cups 
that live upstairs
but i wasn't worried
she has a strong side few others see
i see it and feel it as well
every night when she comes for me
she held me tighter
as she removed her hand from my home
into the expanse from the shelf to the floor
backing one step down placing feet firmly
holding me in one hand
she grasped my matches off the shelf 
above the sink
silently she turned off the light 
and walked to her room
in the dark
i'm on her table 
my magic begins as flame meets wick
i'm her glowing candle
in a world of darkness
i hear her breath and my snapping flame
i watch her move in the dark
like a graceful bird
easing herself in front of me
i watch everything lighting my view
but her eyes never leave me
watching only me
watching me dance, and sway with her breath 
but inches from my face
i see her tears and hear her sobs
hoping its not me thats making her sad
and praying it is i that makes her cry
for all she has to do
to make the pain go away 
is to put me out.