jupiter candle

the candle you gave me is glowing

winking cheekily in the breeze from the fan

happy as jupiter

the scent of pine is comforting

as i sit here in my pajamas

looking in the bottom of an empty mug

for the milk i drank an hour ago

the fragrance of foreign spice

makes my mood seem more exotic

my medieval music contemporary instead of past

but i cannot write the words i’ve imagined

seeing on the page black and crisp

nothing keeps them in

except my inability to concentrate

i’ve never told you about writing, have i?

to be honest, i don’t remember

what we talk about when we talk

do we?

maybe we never need to

this candle flame is dancing

keeping time to the gypsy tunes

mischievous but steady

full of mirth

like you