Sometimes I feel I am the wick Engulfed in your wax My slender self lost in the massive embrace that is you, my candle My front-end exposed awaiting the flame that longs to consume us both.
Sometimes, when the flame’s big brother, the bulb Is alit in the dwelling place of our master And we are hidden in the immense darkness of the drawer underneath the kitchen table I wallow in the fullness of your warmth Hiding me in your being.
Sometimes when the consuming fire Is crushing our form Turning me into ash and melting your desirable self Leaving you spluttered upon the wooden table I long for the day we were brought together And fashioned into one
From the honeycomb you came And I from the plantation, the land’s fame Never knowing that a day would come When to one fair as you I would be bound And then the thread in me would be no more.
Sometimes When the tormenting tongue of the flickering flame licks us Fret not my beloved candle for you burn not alone I am right there ablaze with thee.
Author: Leon Kiptum Mstari wa Nne Poem series.