Candle wax

The candlelight

flickering endlessly in the windowsill

is crying candle wax

quite convincingly

while I am in the habit of admiring

the fine curves

of a bottle of red wine,

and all this reminds me of a woman

I once saw

leaving me

'cause her hair had a reddish hue

and I

was deliciously drunk at that time,

too,

and the flickering candlelight

is in a hopeless fight

with the shadows lurching

and jumping

in and out of every corner,

or maybe

it is the other way around,

and maybe it was the other way

around.

I wish.