.73 burning

currently listening to

libera me - requiem

fauré

habit

like a flaming candle

gripping in my palms

steadily wax burns my skin

with fierce stinging 

drips

a desire:

let go 

but the grip has found its home in my hands

the fingers, once freed

now wake to find themselves confined closed

in masochistic comfort

or is it just the stupor of lethargy

a desire:

let go

heat surging

melting further

white

hot

wax

now streaming down over my wrists

the odor of singed hair

mingles with smoke's smugness

as a serpent

as new crevices

sear into the once delicate

smooth porcelain skein

of child's innocence.

a desire:

let go

split mind debating

like gollum and paul

rages, boils over

something has to crack.

leave it 18-22 minutes

the packaging said

no more, i cry

more i cry

just a little longer

i can stand the burning? 

a desire:

let go

release

i thought

yet it begins to dawn

that the clasped inferno persists

smalled, hidden

but impossible to extinguish

like scotts weed

an apparition

a memory

the thought commands fear, still

as the body misses an old friend.