I didn’t realize I was a fan till I saw it
It was a spark of desire
to own and to hold
to feel the warmth in my hand
to smell the top notes and base notes
the heart notes mixing with afternoon light
Melting by my side
Wax and music playing down the day
Cast small fires
upon peaceful loves
Small indulgences
Bursting into nothing
Wispy wafts of fragrant artifice
Splattering flames
Submerged in self-drowning waste
Constant flickers
Of the wagging tongue
Hot and silent
Aromatherapy
Fulfilling variants
Of diminishing sensations
Cheap meditation of
Broken seals
This little light of mine
I feed to keep alive
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