Candle

Candle, candle, burning bright,
on my desk, near Twilight.
May your flame, may it light, these thin pages,
through the night.

You distract from what I write,
and deny sleep at night.
All I pay attention to are sparks of
your red light.

You'll reflect upon the wall,
past my head, your light falls.
My sole source of nightly light, you go out,
I'll relight.

Like a tiger, you'll flick red,
on a tray, 'side my bed.
You'll flick orange, you'll flick blue, put you out,
oh, I might.

Then I'll do the deed and play
with your wax, day by day,
you will sear my skin again, oh, what play,
what delight.