What are you doing
that I can’t be?
What is it occupies your thoughts of me?
Who stands in the light that
both shadows dancing in the flames?
Where can you be now
that I won’t see?
What longings are seeping deliberately?
Who finds them and binds
both shadows melting in the flames?
Your fingertip is touching fire,
is that you for me?
When I can no longer feel it, you reach for me,
like the fire atop the tallow’s
both shadows make candlelight’s flames.