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wax. it must have dripped from a candle somewhere. don’t have yellow. no black candles. wax is not black. not a color. just a shadow. from a shadow. moon does not see night. yellow wax. not my room. his. yellow when he cried for her. inverse rain. yellow wax. black. did i drip the red? my candle’s bloody. spilled red wax. morning dark. dry on my desk. spilled red wax. melt again. melting. melted solid. once again. liquid from the thought of her. is it dark where you are when you read this? dark right now i need to know. i close my eyes when i see the sun. do you? this moment. no one. everyone sleeps. but rubber. tires on pavement. i don’t know who drives those cars. wax. melted. solid again. melted. not yellow. not black. perhaps red wax. or green. i don’t remember. liquid felt so warm. forgot the colors of its sweat. still can’t remember. just feels like you. warm below my gaze. liquid in my dreams. burn wax with you. peel it off your stiffened wrist. yellow. black. (another kind of white). wax is just another kind of love. traces. memory. inverse rain you dreamt last night. dancing. ours. for centuries. near shadows. inconsistent candle. you beneath the cherry tree. i’m remembering you. singing to hummingbirds and butterflies. and they looked yellow in the sun that day. you begged me quiet. butterflies. quiet. butterfly. songs. of their hovering.
inverse rain.
because i love the shadows of beauty as much as beauty. because i love the thought of a song as much as the song itself. and i love a sleepless night more than a night from which i cannot remember my dreams. sparks. flames. notes. words. memory flash i never had. memory. melody. there you are. again. welcome. for the first time. again. on a dark stage. empty theater. i grabbed the microphone. but somewhere in a shadow burnt a candle. a yellow one. lit by you. the speakers cracked. interrupted. word. my word. partially. never finished. just departed. reaching there are crayons out there, i believe. so i could stop the words halt the flow. could i cry for me
in off-white. miss the sun in black. birds. my lover. humming. would you wordless voiceless tongueless know that i’ve loved you, always, in burnt-orange?
