The Flame

by Sykora   Aug 21, 2011


Crackles, burning opaque blue
waving in an erratic waltz,

and it sizzles
and slows,
that golden tongue,
like a lover licking with tempting intent.

it dwindles slowly
like light before dark:
a small star,
burning before capped.

A puff of final breath
and smoke rises -
the remains of the flame.

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