Poem Book

candle

ashes in my hair
licking flames
inflame my despair
dance in the rain
relive every pain
blue and brick
the pleasant shift
of buildup
to breakdown
her lips in rose
and roses white as snow
the frail, pale woman
is burning, melting, bleeding
her spirit a candle
with light to guide us
a wick that
reminds us
we must be burnt
to shine the brightest