wall candles

it's the way you look backwards at me
shot across the chest with light
and pieces of mirage; it's that way
that thunders so quietly

9:52 PM under my ears

that makes me go hollow and round

there is a piece that

passes like a river

and i love to teach you swimming.

i will be happy

forever

to sit in this passenger seat
and share the quiet jests of your smiles in jeans.

i like to smile at you over your shoulder,

and wax drips down from the wall candles.