Paroxysm Candle

Make a wish, light up my candle.
Paroxysm flickers while my moon bitters.
Watch the blazing red flamingos, they
Dance in the smoking sapphires.
The flames of pink marshmallow melts
From burning candle slaves.
Through the Milky Way, down the steep cold drains.
My candle waves its overwhelming flames to stars,
Touched the wicker’s heart.
Mermaids sing in their pod under the bright
Moon light fulfilled with hope, my dear candle please don’t melt, you are the key to reality.
It’s buttery, aromatic smell enhanced
deadly hungry thoughts from the end of the earth.
Its flames are like beautiful greasy homemade butter,
Solitary thin burn of lively pain above shooting stars.
Burning in blue, running like rose red flamingos
crumbling, humbling desperate for freedom.
A little shimmering jazz music to go with a
Glass of cherry wine, live tonight as a
Spite of the ache, tons of melted liquorish gold
Will never replace my white votive unordinary candle.
My candle is the desperate pure, for that my world
Would, but to devious, it shall be every night portion…