Dipped in Candle Wax

After the show, at the end of the day

My heart sinks deeper into surrounding tissue

My essence molds itself back into existence

My body, ten-times-ten tender tonnes

My ribs, plush cushion made

A patchwork of lights dimming

A soy wax candle burns my belly sage

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See, after the parade

At the end of the day

The Mask

Of endless energy and erupting euphoria

Falls

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It’s just us now

Dimmed down hues casting rainbow

Shadows cross disco lit walls

Smoke filters the set scene

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It’s all about the in-betweens

The distance between moments

(The inhale, the exhale)

(Your scent, my sweat)

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We lie back into the starlit sky above

A freedom still so vastly liberating

Like the echo of your voice

Still reverberating from bone to bone, muscle to muscle, heartbeat to heartbeat

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You’ve left warm fire place in me

Stoked coals turned embers with fingers ablaze

Then left me to ruminate in shimmered ash still flittering in the near-still air

Waiting

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Waiting for intensity to melt butter like tender

For the calm to settle fireworked synapses

As I sink deeper into your skin

Plush cushion made

Heart ten-times-twenty tonnes grander

With nothing more (and everything possible) in-between