A flame in a cage
Wildly independent
In a man-made glass display.
Dancing in a breeze
Too faint for flesh to feel;
It teases me,
Taunting me with its freedom
And beckoning me with its power.
A single breath of mine
Can extinguish it;
Yet to reach out and touch,
Just to attempt to feel its flutter
Causes excruciating pain-
Acute pain that lingers,
A throbbing ache for hours.
A pleasurable, devilish thing
Is the candle in the jar.
A flame in a cage,
Curling and writhing,
Beckoning me
Tempting me to challenge this weak flesh of mine.
Age 19