CANDLES BURN OUT

Without A Flicker To glide ride the blue fantasies from my pores seep. Look your eyes Worship, our hides mingle this slice of we lingers. You cradle my love. And I? in awe of you. The end when my wick no longer burns. Our memories, and thankful for the journey. Even without a flicker you’ll be a part of me. Armand Hamouth