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
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.