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

www.retrogradeinversion.co.uk