Thursday, January 5, 2012 by B.H.

Could I then just snuff out the flames –
Lest – at last my dewy eyes –
Extinguish my hopes –
Within ablaze, splendid flares –
Adorned on the candlewick

Could I then just efface your name –
Carved behind the solid black broken door –
Of my numb muse – and essence
Of crushed rose-scented liliaceous plants
Crimson-red with lacey rifts


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