She trembled

And I smiled

And my eyes beheld her

In the light that died

When I snuffed the candles

With my fingertips

She has them

Draped around the

Bathtub like a shrine

And they flicker

Madly in the heat

Of our torrid conversations

On the phone

But tonight

 I am here

And the candles need

Not provide the inspiration

Or the light to keep

Her glowing

Since we both know

How to find the fire

09/06/2003