There is a rose in every candle flame
Where the heat is at its highest point
It's here my love & I meet to reclaim
Our ceremonial oils and anoint…
Set alight this butane in another.
Again, like beeswax honeycombed
We are inseparable, yet juxtaposed
Melting as wax flows into the lava.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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