Heating Up!

The butane lighter fires with a loud click.

Flame is now flowing out the lighter's tip. She
wants to be loved. But where?

Cold and blue, Wax looks smooth and inviting.
Wick is black and white, tall and erect.

Flame and Wax touch, caress, heat is
building.

Wax is melting and begins her journey. She travels
from her warm, low place and defies gravity by
mounting the hard Wick.

Wick, Wax, and Flame, a mnage trois, move
upward and downward, up and down, up and
down, faster, faster, they are flickering.

Who is heated up, who is consumed, and
who floats higher and departs the other two,
up into the cold room, into the cold world.

Rising and searching for love.