The Wick


He
is the wick.
He holds the light
and wisps, oh, so pungent
both sweet and bitter.

She
is the light.
She dares to rise
and wails like a sinner
both sweet and bitter.

They
are unquenched.
They creep like fire
on love's supple sheen
both sweet and bitter.

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