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Fling

by Philip F De Pinto



If you are anything,
you are a lit candle,
as much as a sweltering wick
can handle.

If time is anything,
it is a cuddling breeze,
no moment to seize, a draft
of convenience.

As much as a Casanova
in heat would love to dawdle
and dance and please.
Shoot for more than a fling,
with romance which is lit
before the sashay on to other
flings and intimacies.

Having first dimmed
the wick's polish and buff
with a swift and determined puff.

There is no more gyring commitment
than that brief stint on the part of time's wheel,
as much as a candle may have planned
to have a more dervishing and lasting deal,
to have its wick ravished and burning
down the length of the shaft,
if ever its soul would reveal.



05/27/2018

Posted on 05/27/2018
Copyright © 2019 Philip F De Pinto

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 05/28/18 at 04:16 PM

As usual, you put me in awe of your excellent poetic soul and mind. It's always humbling and exciting, and challenging reading your work, Phil. I like the image of the candle, how it dances and conveys life and creativity and is a trope for the deeper evocative meaning of a fling. As usual, you made me thing and work and dig deeper within to capture what this means to me. Thanks so much, my friend.!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/28/18 at 04:41 PM

Another great example of your refined style of poetry, Phil. Sharp analogy of life.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/29/18 at 02:08 AM

I love how the candle burns through this piece, sensuous and sophisticated. Thanks, Philip!

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