The candle with no wick

Still the bitter taste of what can not be is drying in a hungry mouth
The options were to slim to gamble on anything but the safest bet
So she dances out of reach between sheets of glass
Mirrors
Knowing what would happen if she fell
But so captivated by the view
Finger prints are left at a scene without a crime
Laughter, a sour medicine when it is the only one for pain
Even pillars need a release of their burdens
Moments, increments of time, lost in gasping
Nervous coughing does not free us from the stares
And a smile is just a notion until it splits the face
Feeling like a candle without a wick
Wax without a use
Filthy intentions and dirty thoughts
A Retreat from reality
The naked will emulate the dance
Being noticed but not recognized
My world is made of liquid so it boils off the surface
Candles without a wick can not be lit
All I want, a memory, until the sleeping takes me
Age is a record of past mistakes
Tallying the score of pardon verses sentence
Death is just an idea and being awake is only a dream

she wrote this poem for me and so now I will share it with you