By: Mica Hamilton


Why do we blow birthday candles out once a year?


Hoping for that one wish that would make our next chapter special.


But why is it that we never


Not even on the darkest of nights


When the air is warm


And the night sky is glowing


Deep blue tones that take us back to where we belong


Slowly raise the corners of our mouths


And separate our lips


Leaving just a small space


To allow our desires to end the flame’s dance?


Why is it?


That we never


Not even in the softest of sheets


When our thighs are still warm from the extra long bath


Where we rubbed every inch of our body


Filling the room with scents of want


Do we never lean in


Close enough to feel the gentle heat on our faces


And whisper the name that calls us the most


Bringing the night to a close



What if we were to start a new tradition


Whilst we lay awake


With sleepy eyes


Legs trembling


Fingers moving time apart


When we’re about to draw our last breath


And our wrists can take no more


Can we begin to scream the name of our inspiration into

our respective flames?


Extinguishing the heat


only until our eyes meet again.



Mica Hamilton – Editor at Retrograde Inversion