i held a candle in my palm
transfixed by the flame and surrounded by moths
and their wings caught fire
and the air lit up
and they fell to my feet
when their wings were gone
i saw their bodies become the wick
and i felt my body burning just like it
and i saw your body struggling
but i was warmer than i'd ever been
then the wax dripped down
onto my hands, leaving callouses
so i put out the flame
with my own spit
it is dark again, i hear crickets
it was holy when it was
you were fire, light shed on
in the water, i see moths
they're still floating, i thank god
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