We stood tall as Shabbat candles
Bodies staid and separate
Our flames steadied
And apart in silver candlestick foundations – yet
There is oneness
We were supposed to be a havdalah candle –
bodies twined together, melting into each other,
my wax kissing your cheek and
your wax kissing my cheek.
Our wicks dancing in the same flame – but –
like the end of an unsecured braid,
I feel our base unravel.
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